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 The slave girl school part 4 of 15





   Continuing from Micke's view:

   ** MICKE **** MICKE **** MICKE **** MICKE
MICKE:

   "I will pay your rent during your school time."

   "Thank you, but I paid it last Tuesday for next month."

   I avoided that trap.

   "You have often talked about being a 24/7-slave-girl for me.  At his
school you will be able to test a real 24/7.  It is all the hours of the
day and all days in a week.  It is also all the minutes and seconds within
it.  24/7 is easy to say and long for, but much harder to live in."

   Deliberately and a little treacherous I didn't talk about days, week and
months.  Minutes and seconds sound nicer and shorter.

   "OK!"

   "You understand that Peter becomes your Master and teacher during your
education and your trainer during the training?"

   "Yes Master, I understand that!"

   "You also agreed to be punished at his will and in a suitably way not
only if you don't obey him perfectly, but also as training?"

   "Yes Master.  I understand and agree now that you have decided that he
has that right."

   I let that comment fall to the floor without correcting her and
emphasize that it was a natural part of a slave girl school and that Peter
had all rights and power over her, but not because I allowed it.

   "During the school time and the training he is also your Master and
decides everything for you.  He owns you as long as you are at his school
in the same way that I had owned you here.  This you must voluntarily
stress when you convince him to accept you as a student at his school.  Is
that OK with you?"

   "Yes Master!  I want to stay here with you.  Yes, I accept that it must
be as you order me to.  I obey your commands.  I will be that good and
obedient that I just have to stay there for some days and then I will run
all the way home to you, Master."

   "One thing is momentous.  You will go to his slave-girl-school not
because I have told you to, but for the reason that you want it yourself.
He will not accept you as a student if it isn't completely voluntarily from
your side.  It must be that you want to be trained to be a perfect slave
girl, otherwise there is no deal.  Then you have said no to my offer."

   I observed that she got that panicking and searching look in her eyes,
which I had seen before.  As if she couldn't find anything to fix her eyes
on.

   "No please Micke.  I want it.  I want to learn to be a perfect slave
girl for you.  I want honestly to report to him and to apply to his school.
Certainly!  I want this.  I WANT THIS!"

   Suddenly I noticed that I had a hard on when I talked about her
submission in Peters' house.  I must not forget to let her suck me off
before she leaves me.  I felt that I liked to continue to talk about the
slave girl school and her submission there, in the same way as one is
sucking on a sweet, getting out the entire flavor and just making it long
for ever.  It feels so bloody good to talk about it.

   I wondered if I deep in my mind, once I had her hooked at the school,
wanted to scare her off from it.  My selfishness told me that I wasn't
alone in her centre anymore, but Peter should also be there.  He would play
freely with my Tina.  He would be allowed to see her naked body in any
position that he wanted, to feel her sucking lips around his cock and her
tight vagina working at his orgasm and....

   He would be looking at her nice doll face when she waited for his order
of what to do for him.  But he is worthy of it.

   The thought of Ulrika made me take back control over my thoughts.  She
was beautiful as sunset, tall and imposing when Tina was excitingly
submissive and more doll sweet.  Both could give me sexual pleasure at my
whim, and more.

   In my confused mind I really didn't know if I tried to scare her off
again.  The slave girl school was just a bridge for me to have her NO and
then she had broken up with me and I was free.  I could still have her NO
if I only could scare her enough of this slave-girl-school.  -*- "During
your training it is only your new Master and his pleasure that counts.  You
are at that school to learn to give the most exquisite pleasure to a
Master. Your Master owns your orgasms.  Do you understand and accept this?

   "Yes Master!"

   What am I doing?  I knew that she loved to be controlled and have orgasm
controlled for her.

   "You may go over to him tomorrow and persuade him to let you be a
student in his school.  It is in your interest that you start as soon as
possible and you may persuade him at any price.  The certificate from the
school is of importance.  It will show that you have graduated from this
special school and it will rise your slave-girl value above the sky."

   "Yes Master, as soon as possible."

   "You must not for a moment give him the impression that it is entire
involuntarily on your behalf.  He is very sensitive about the voluntariness
and a suspicion of anything less could make him break your training.

   I saw the tears in her eyes again.  I knew she felt rejected but it
couldn't be helped.  I kept holding her on the rack, but now more to test
how convinced she was.  I didn't want to loose control over her so I added:

   "I will now instruct you what you will say and what you will do when you
are there the first time.  You must learn everything by heart!

   "Yes, Micke!  I'm ready!"

   "In the morning you start with a shower and use the safety razor so you
are smooth and nice as a baby everywhere.

   "Yes Master!"

   "I will also give you a hint of what you are going to learn."

   I admit to my try to frighten her off a little, now then I had her on
the slave-girl-school-hook.  If she only said NO everything was solved. 
Then I didn't to have any bad conscious for the slave-girl-school-bluff
anymore.

   I got the impression that she voluntarily wanted to be wheedled if she
went over to him.  Who can tell if her submissive feelings, deep in her
inner mind, were excited by the thought of being delivered to a strange man
and his sexual appetite?

   "You have to learn at the school to clean, wash up the dishes, wash, and
made the beds, cook, wait at your Master's table and stand in many postures
as a statue.  You will learn no end of positions and the commando word for
them and you must be quick, faster then ever before.  You will learn to use
your tongue, lips, throat, and oral cavity and to suck a man, and how to
use all your muscles in your cunt and anus."

   I felt so good to talk about it and give her picture of her coming hard
training.  I could almost see her act in his games with her.

   "Your Master decides when you eat, sleep, and drink, when you may go to
the toilet, if you should stand, sit or lie and when you shall wake up. 
You will obey his order day and night."

   "He will probably wake you up in the night for training and tests.  I
know that you are en great sleeper and that you gladly want to be lounging
in bed and that you find it hard to wake up.  At the threat from the whip
you will wake up easily when he calls for you.  You are to learn perfection
and to react at all orders with devotion and love.  You will learn to love
your Master and obey his slightest intimation.  You will learn to react on
signs and commando words and they will be trained into your back-bone.  You
don't need to think, your body will obey your Master.  This is only a small
part of what you must learn."

   "You will also be taught to run at maximum speed for your Master.  Only
full speed is accepted.  You will be running as an obedient dog, when he
calls for you or when he orders you to fetch something for him.  You
already know how to hand over tings to a Master, at your knees and in most
humble gestures.  He will give "running for your Master" a whole new
meaning.  He will teach you how to move your body at his order in a speed
that you don't think is possible.  What do you say?"

   "Micke, what can I say?  I have to accept all this to approve, to get
the certificate and come back to you."

   "Well, I have given you an option and a choice to apply for a student
place at this school and I have urged you to get the certificate, but as it
is your option.  You must do this voluntarily.  You must want to learn to
be the ultimate slavegirl and it must be your choice to be a student at the
school, if he accepts you.  That is also up to you to voluntarily convince
him to accept you.  But I will show you a very humble and vulnerable
position that you can offer yourself to him in.  You will probably find it
humiliating and that will only emphasize your humbleness and eagerness to
offer yourself in his eyes."

   "Yes Master, I understand that this must be voluntarily and that it is
for my own sake."

   I saw that her under lip trembled and decided to not push more for the
moment.

   "OK.  As you see it was a good thing to be without of work and not be
bound of an employment.  I said so, didn't I?

   "Yes Micke!"

   "Suck me and do it more than good.  You may not speak until I tell you
so.  You shall only suck.  From now on you will only be a sucking mouth!"

   She nodded as a confirmation that she understood my order and throw
herself on her knees in front of me, open up her mouth.  Then it was as if
her mouth, tongue and lips started to live their own life and she gave me
100% of herself.

   I was very exciting to see her, at the maximum working, mouth as she
really took it as her starting point that she only was a sucking and
stimulating mouth for me.

   When she looked into my eyes during her work down there, it strengthen
the feeling of her humiliation, but I knew that that feeling was pretended
in my mind.  She had served me for too many days to feel any humiliation
when she performed at my command.

   I felt for sure that she was trying to convince me that she was that
perfect slave girl, which I wanted, without going to a slave girl school.

   When I felt her eagerness to make it as enjoyable as possible for me
with her tongue, lips, oral cavity and throat I was again near to fall into
her trap.

   To avoid this I started to think about Ulrika and how I could enjoy her
mouth and that did it.  In a way it felt contradictory and disloyal to
think of one girl's mouth when I greatly enjoyed another.

   After I had spurted in her wet and warm mouth she cleaned me without of
letting my dick leave her mouth.  It stayed inside and she looked up in my
eyes all the time, as she was ready to do anything I ordered her to.

   I was convinced that she was driven by her hope of if she only gives
more than 100% I let her stay and let her of the slave-girl-school-hook.

   I melted at her submissiveness and her giving and I were very close to
revoke the whole plot, but my common sense won rarely.  She had my cock in
her mouth and she had the power.  What helped me to regain my strength was
the fact that I didn't like it when a girl is in power.

   Then I remember that I had ordered her to "only be a mouth for me" until
I told her otherwise.

   "Let it out and stand up!"



   Peters view again:

   PETER ** PETER ** PETER ** PETER ** PETER **
PETER:

   Just before 21.00 (twenty one hundred hours) my telephone rang again.

   It was Micke.

   "Hi.  Yes, she hesitated at first, but when a told her that she broke up
if she didn't she bought the whole package.  You will have a visitor at
"ten hundreds hours" in the morning, if you are available.

   "Good!  I'm home.  Do you hand her over yourself?"

   "No, she must come alone to convince you to accept her as a student. 
That was what you meant, wasn't it?  I have prepared her that it will not
be easy to be accepted as a student and that you have many waiting on their
turn.  Don't forget that.  Offer her resistance so we can see what she
does. I have given her instructions of what to do and what to say and how
she must present her self.  Think of me when she does that, will you?"

   "You are ingenious", I answered and felt my heart beating in
expectation.

   "No we are cunning together, you and I."

   "OK.  You have not changed your mind then?"

   "Nix!  (Nope!) we do as we have agreed.  She is so on her edge that you
will experience Heaven.  I will visit you one day and see how it works out
for her.

   "You are always welcome, you know that!"

   "I must tell you that played with the thought that I was going to bring
her and hand her over to you, but I thought of the voluntariness and that
she, as a dog in a leash, would feel too much security in me.  She must do
this on her own even though it is a kind of blackmailed voluntariness, you
know.  But she still has her options."

   I can't remember my answer.  We finished the conversation and hang up. I
had problem to sleep that night.  Thousands of thoughts rushed around in my
head.  She was so young and nice.  I knew better than starting to plan so I
tried to keep my fantasy as neutral as possible.

   There were still so many things that could go wrong.

   Since Sonja I had in my fantasy planed to have a slave-girl, a
slave-girl like Sonja.  If everything went smoothly I could train Tina to
be even more obedient than Sonja, but I didn't know how obedient that was.

   It was just hours until Tina was supposed to knock at my door and I was
prepared for many things to go wrong.  She could change her mind, she
refuse to live with me, Micke could change his mind, and, and.....

   But if she come and agreed to start her training at my slave-girl-school
I must prepared for an official flag in some way.  Other ways she could
think that I kept a slave-girl-school for my own sake and for my own sexual
drives and pleasures.  That was the truth, but she mustn't be aware of
that.

   No, I didn't want her to get that impression as I felt my own pride
would block that possibility.

   It was important to my (and to Micke) that I kept the trustworthiness
for the slave-girl-school as high as possible.

   I visit Internet and it was a child-play to produce a form, (blank)
similar to an official application form.

   It was also easy to produce an application of a subsidy for a student at
a behavioural psychology school.  As a ground for it I wrote in advance the
text: "Training in a deep understanding and self improving of the own ego
of the student.  Also a deep study and training in repression of her own
internal stimulus in direction to external steering.", and some other
nonsense.
The slave-girl-school's name on the Paper was: SFOOS (School for
overtaking of self control).  Not too cryptically but it wasn't supposed to

be really understood.

   At the form there was place for the student personally specifications
and it was my meaning that she should fill it in herself.  The main reason
was that she would read the text.  The form applied for a grant of 150.000
(SEK) for remuneration, materials, accommodation and so on.

   To increase the credibility of the school and to stress the economical
overload at the school it would be noticed that the school only had ONE
student at the time and that the pace of education was going to be driven
up to maximum.  This last was especially for her eyes, giving her hope of
coming back to Micke quickly if she only put her back to it.

   All the text had one purpose and that was for her to read it and be
convinced that she school existed in the real world.

   I knew from Micke that it was her wish that the course was finished as
soon as possible.  All her efforts and striving in that direction would
give me more pleasure and completely free play ground with a young girl.  I
felt as the dirty old man personified and in too many ways I was.

   What she not was supposed to know was that I must extend the course as
much as possible, to keep my promises to Micke.  He needed time more than
anything.

   Naturally the form was not to be send anywhere, but instead to be kept
in safe custody to not do any harm.

   The forged forms was sitting at the kitchen table, where she was going
to fill in her personally facts.  I should use the form to move focus from
my own sexual needs and in the same time reduce it to a formal side issue,
ant towards a clinical and un-sexual school.  A school that had its only
purpose in intensive training for the student towards submissiveness and
mechanical giving.

   It was meant to let her feel security in the impression that she was
here to learn to deepen her submissive behavior.  That was close to the
truth, but to be sincere I could add that I was going to play with her
submissive and serving body and mind.

   There was also room for mental training at the prospect of her future
slave-girl-role.

   In the beginning it was of her best interest that she was at the school
only for Micke's sake.  She might as well let her thoughts, feelings and
fantasy run smoothly in the direction that it was Micke that was her
trainer.  I would anyway have her obedient young, smooth and nude body to
look at and enjoy.

   I had plans to make it more personally later on, but must keep it very
strict in the beginning.

   //

   Saturday morning:

   I woke up too early in the morning.  My breakfast consisted of,
cornflakes, milk, and egg, 3 strong cups of coffee, a glass of juice and
two sandwiches.  It is told that eggs are supposed to bring up the sexual
prowess, but I have got better, by prescription from my doctor, the real
thing, which was annoyingly effective.  Troublesome be course I had no
woman at the time.  With some luck that would change not only to a woman
but to a young and nice girl.

   Now I was ready to meet that set back, but was she?  (Smile)

   I read, I watched TV in an absent minded way, I washed up the dishes. 
There was time for two washing machine colored at 40 degrees C.  I made the
bed; I removed everything that I had dropped at the spot.  The vacuum
cleaner helped me to clean up.

   If I was lucky this was the last time for long I had to do this daily
housekeeping.  I could see a naked and lovely girl moving around the house
and acting out all the tasks and missions I gave her.  No, I mustn't build
up false hope, to think too much ahead, she was not here yet.

   //

   At ten o'clock the bell rang at the door and I opened up.

   Outside was Tina.  She looked so small, so doll sweet, and so young and
she had her eyes brimming with tears.  It was obvious that she had cried a
lot.  Her face was resolute, but she tried to smile at me.  But it was a
very forced smile, I could tell by the fact that her face took quickly a
seriously expression again.  I also noticed a distressing wrinkle over her
eyebrow.  Hell, I felt sorry for her.  I fought an strong impulse to break
our plot.

   "Hallo, may I come in and talk to you?"

   She said in a forced manner and with a tremulous voice.  I could see
that she was not far from crying.  Her lower lip and her little chin
twisted and the corner of her mouth dropped.

   Between it she tried to force a smile.

   "Of course!"

   I answer and opened up the door invitingly.

   I went into my living room and saw that it looked rather decent after my
manly tidying up.

   She followed and I noticed that she had closed the entree door behind
herself and then she stopped in the middle of the room, as if her battery
ran out.

   I sat down in my TV-chair and showed her with a sign to sit.  She sank
into a chair of her own choice.

   I watched her in pity.  She was hardly 160 cm (5 ft 4 in) and was
dressed in a short and blue skirt and in a blouse with knick-knacks around
the arms and at the collar.  The blouse was so short that it left her
tanned belly uncovered.

   I could see her nipples through the thin material and understood that
she had no bra.  No stockings either or they were very thin.  Sometimes I
was unsure.

   But I was sure of that Micke had dressed her, as he usually did.  He had
a good taste for color arrangements.

   She was so young in my eyes, as if she was just a little girl and I had
to repeat to myself that she was 21 as my mind revolted to the feeling of
being looking at small girls, children.  That I absolutely don't!

   Now she looked as if she was going to cry again, but she pulled her self
together.

   "Micke has sent me over to you!  He has told me exactly what to do and
what to say and I think I remember it by heart."

   "Oh, I see!"

   I tried to encourage her.  I knew that this must be hard on her.  It
must be close to Hell.  There was no reason for me to make it worse for
her.

   "I have to act at his instructions how, Sir!"

   "Okay, but I can see that you are crying."

   "I miss Micke so very much, Sir!"

   "Okay!"

   "I must ....  I will ask of you to take me into your school as a
student, to your slave-girl-school.  I promise to be a very obedient and
good student.  Micke has told me that I may not return to him until I have
pass my examination at you school.  I will learn very quickly and I will do
exactly as you say in everything.  You will be my Master, my teacher and my
trainer, when I'm here.  And..  and I'm not unfaithful to Micke when I obey
your orders."

   I understood that the last comment came from her consciences, I couldn't
care less.  It was an agreement between Micke and me.  But I felt that this
girl had open up her mind to sexual acts with me otherwise the word
unfaithful had nothing to do with it and I felt it like a twitch in my dick
(cock).

   She talked about the slave-girl-school as if it really existed and I was
surprised that she gave up the fact that ought to be her secret, the fact
the she was not allowed to return to Micke until I allowed it and let her
pass.

   She didn't know that I knew it already so if she had been smart she had
not told me that, but on the other hand she could have been true to Micke's
word.

   For me it was no news, I knew it, as it was a part Micke's and my trap.

   Everything felt so unreal; she talked about a slave-girl-school as it
was an every-day-thing.  And it also felt like having an unusually nice
dream, an erotic dream, from which I soon would wake up from.

   I compared instinctively in my mind with those dreams that I have had,
when I found a lot of gold and walked around and collected, in the same
time I knew that it was only a dream and that I soon would wake up, but it
was nice to dream it.  And of course I always woke up and sometime I wasn't
even disappointed.  So I was prepared to wake at any time from this dream
as well, but it is so nice.....

   //

   Now she started to cry openly and unrestrainedly.  The tears just flow.
She convulsed in whole her little body and give hiccup-like sighs.

   If there is anything a man feel himself helpless in front of so is it
female tears and I'm no exception.

   Perhaps you can say that I'm constantly horny, but I'm absolutely not
stone-hearted.

   "If you don't want to, don't bother!  It's okay with me.  I have many
girls on queue (line).  It must be voluntarily!"

   She gave me all signs of that it was not voluntarily from her side.  She
felt she was obliged to register at my "slave-girl-school".  Then in a
second I lost all my interest!

   I felt that I lost all my sexual drive when I thought of her forced into
a slave-girl-school.  In at sudden impulse to be straight I wanted to tell
her that I wasn't supposed to let her pass and that Micke wouldn't take her
back how ever good she behaved.

   Then I thought again.  My mind told me that she surely would felt
deceived and very sad if I debunk the plot and there was a big
disappointment in believing there is a slave-girl-school and to found out
that it all was false, built up on her own naivety.  Then it wasn't fear to
Micke.  He must first agree to give up the plot.

   I looked at her doll face and saw that she straighten up and I felt that
she panic.

   "Please Peter it is voluntarily.  I do want to go at your school I
really want to and I do want to learn to be the best slave girl there is,
for my Master.  Please Sir I do want to.  I beg You, please, Sir.  Master!
This is my free will, and I desperately want to do it, Sir!"

   //

   I had complete chaos inside of me.  But that was nothing compared to
hers.

   It is said that the last thing that leave human is her hope.  I couldn't
take away her hope of coming back to Micke in this situation.  Maybe he
would take her back, when I had trained her.  I think I know Micke and I
would give it long odds.

   In two month he would get tired of Ulrika, when he found out that his
newfound angel also had bad points.  He had said that I could keep her here
as long as I wanted.  It was I that must let her pass.

   I must help Micke with this I reminded myself.  I regretted that I had
agreed to this but couldn't stop thinking of her as a naked, serving and
obedient slave-girl in my house.  I meant that a slave-girl-school offer an
owner unimaginable and endless possibilities of pleasure for a man, to me.
If she only took the step forwards and she had taken the first step by
coming here.

   I want it to be said, that I understood that she should feel her self
terrible humiliated and deluded into believing in a slave-girl-school that
do not existed and if she knew that Micke and I had set the decoy for her
to callowly (green) and naïve only to swallow.  And first of all that Micke
had no intension to take her back in the first place.

   It must be more humiliating than anything else even standing here before
me and convincing me to accept her as a student in a school with a Master
that would ask many sexual actions from her.

   Therefore the least I could do for decency's sake was to let her believe
in the slave-girl-school and that others had been educated here.  This last
believe must give her certain feeling of security to have.  Girls seem to
work that way.  They feel secure in female-hood against the terrible and
animalistic males.

   She had convinced me with her last begging, her voice sounded serious .
Perhaps she really wanted to do it.  What else could she do?  To whom could
she turn to?

   How many slave-girls had I educated?  I need only to say "other".

   The truth, that I had had no more then ONE real slave-girl (Sonja) under
my command, would not sound persuasive for her.

   Another deeper truth was that I during all this years, after Sonja, had
built up an imagine slave-girl-school in my brain.  There was the whole
structure in crystal clear details.

   I must by all means make her continue to believe in the
slave-girl-school.  Certainly I thought that she was childish and easily
duped when she believed in it, but for her sake and of course for mine.  To
play with a young and beautiful girl was both tempting and exuberant
fantasy-trigging.  But in this there was also some trace of "saving-face"
for me and Micke.

   I couldn't let go of my thoughts of my slave-girl Sonja.

   Now I was in for the possibility to play with Tina and train her in
absolute and blindly obedience.  To have her young body react on my every
commands and orders, to....

   If she wanted to break the whole thing and go home, I have to live by
that, but in the mean time....

   I had during all this years searched for thoughts and ideas of training
slave-girl and gather some here and there, that I thought was okay or that
I wanted to try IF I some day could persuade a woman to play the role of my
slave-girl.  And now a young, nice an innocent GIRL.

   The rushing time had become a minus-factor to me.  I grow older for
every year.  I was 52 y o and I knew persons of my own age that already was
planning for retire on their pension.

   My thoughts and fantasies of a slave-girl-school had increased when
Micke and I in the truck had openly joked about "my-slave-girl-school.  I
got his confirmation in an imaginary way.

   I knew that it was fantasies but started in spite of the fact that
preparations for "the school".  It gave me a more firm link with reality
for my fantasies.

   On the site BDSM-library I found some ideas for slave-girl-training, but
also cruel madness, that I stopped to read because it didn't added more
than detest.

   In the Story:"The High Tech Trained Girl" I found some parts that appeal
to me.

   A Master trained a slave-girl and punished her all the time for the
reason that she wasn't to quick enough in her submission.  She increased
her effort and he moved his demands in the same pace always one step ahead.

   He explained very well the process of thoughts in the girl's brain.  She
must all the time strive more and more to make her Master satisfied.  That
founded her picture of him as a very demanding and firm Master that
expected more than maximum and that she must live up to his demands.  That
fixed thoughts in her mind made her move her thoughts from herself and (to
win time) over to him and his increasing demands.  He had her in a non
escape - total grip.

   Punishment could surely be replaced by only demands and to repeat over
and over again to approve.  This was surely something I must try with Tina,
if I get that chance.  There was a risk of me waking up from this
utopian-dream.

   There was also many other pedagogical ideas that I had collected during
the years.

   //

   Translating is a hard work and as a woman I'm driven by encouragement. I
thank all those nice people who had taken their time to feed me with that.
Cecilita