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 THE NEW BIRTH - Part 9

   by Psychmstr SykeMstr@gmail.com

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   THE TRAINING ROOM-Part 2

   "Jackson, come here!"

   The voice was that of My Mistress, who evidently had walked into the
Training Room as my assistants and i were engaged with the business of
fucking the ex-Marine.  i immediately turned toward the voice, fell to my
knees, shuffled over to My Mistress, and kissed her right foot, remaining
there with my wrists clasped behind my back, until she gave me leave to
rise to my knees.

   "Rise, slave."

   i was gratified to see that all my overseers were also on their knees in
a most pleasing and servile obeisance to Mistress.  As i was responsible
for their deportment, especially in relation to free men and Masters or
Mistresses, there would have been hell to pay had i seen even the slightest
defciencies in their conduct before the Mistress.  Masters and Mistresses
rarely visited the Training Room, so i found myself wondering what had
brought Mistress to this place, as all She had to do was to have me
summoned over the intercom, or send a messenger slave to come fetch me.  i
was not compelled to wonder for very long at the purpose of her visit.

   "Undress me, now."

   i stayed on my knees, reached up and undid the clasp that held her
form-fitting elasticized skirt, and lowered it, exposing her luscious and
naked hips.



   She stepped out and awaited my further attention.

   i stood to remove Her top--also form-fitting and elasticized--and
quickly realized that Mistress not only wore no panties or even a thong
below her waist, she wore no bra or other covering over Her delightfully
pert breasts.  Women only 24 years old could get away without wearing a
brassière--it would be a few years without such support before their tits
would begin to sag, and the tits i found myself beginning to lust for
appeared slightly swollen, the nipples firm, inviting.

   i returned to my knees in front of Mistress with my arms behind my back
in a Full Present position.

   "Kiss me, slave, on your knees."

   i shuffled forward slightly as Mistress took a wider stance to
accommodate my thighs, which rested between her feet, and i tenderly kissed
the throbbing fold of skin--pathetically small, i must admit, that was the
female's answer to the male's ragingly hard cock--and, as Mistress began to
moan softly, i raked the ball stud She had pierced into my tongue some
weeks before over Her now oozing clitoris.  It began to throb as i backed
off momentarily and Mistress received Her first orgasm.  i began
ever-so-gently to lap Her sweetness, depositing globs of mouth juice and
making sloppy sucking noises that i knew from experience would repeatedly
send Her over the edge as a cascade of shivering electrical charges
animated Her pelvis, belly, and pendulous tits overhead.  i had every
intent of moving my hand from behind my back and sweezing those delicious
nips ever so slightly between the first and second finger joints of the
middle and index fingers, the back of my hands oriented toward Her breasts,
an orientation that allowed my thumb to gently tap the very tips of her
nipples as the backs of my fingers massaged Her aureoles.

   Mistress began to extend Her groans of ecstasy and i began to become
concerned that She might lose her balance, so completely folded into Her
sexual passion had She become after mere moments of Her devoted slave's
oral ministrations.  i sensed that She was about to fall, so i motioned to
my overseers to approach, hoping against hope that they were, if not
observing the hot scene before them, at least taking furtive glances, and i
was not disappointed.  mace, nick, doug, sam, and greg assumed positions
behind Mistress and to Her sides.  sam, the biggest of the two black
slaves, knelt down to make his back a comfortable table for Mistress to
recline upon as i continued to lap cunt and support buttocks.  nick and
greg stretched out and supported Mistress's splayed legs to give my mouth
more complete access to clit and cunt and i worked diligently to service My
Mistress as She writhed upon the deep black ebony hide of sam's hugely
muscular back, doug and greg supporting Mistress's upper arms and
shoulders, keeping her body properly balanced on sam's back.

   Mistress soon began to moan that She wanted me to enter Her body with
far greater penetration than was possible with my tongue, so i stood up and
had sam raise Her pussy up to the level of my steel-hard cock with its
thick, gauge-4 Prince Albert.  i raked the metallic ring across her folded
and throbbing tissues and then began gently to enter Her cunt with the
swollen head of my cockmeat, and while cunts generally are much looser than
assholes, Mistress's cunt was nice and tight, doubtless because the only
time She ever sucked a big dick up her twat was when She sucked up mine,
and, of course, she'd never been pregnant, the major cause of loose cunts
the world over.

   Three or four thrusts up Her tightness alternating with delightful
burrowings into the folded issues of Her clit, like a mole tunnelling its
winter forage, started Mistress's bucking up and down, giving nick and greg
a bit of a challenge to keep Her body in proper position on sam's back for
easy fucking.  As i came close to ejaculation, i fully penetrated Mistress
and She forcefully ground Her writhing pussy on my big fuck pole.  i was
fearful that She might damage Her cunt since, of course, i still wore the
wide cinch ring around my cock and balls, but my fears were evidently
exaggerated, for each time Mistress bucked on my cockmeat, she let out deep
moans and groans, and then She would spasm, as if my dick were a source of
electricity and She were plugging Herself into my power.  i assumed that
this was what Master had meant when He described His young wife as somewhat
exhibitionistic.

   It was important that i not ejaculate, not only because Master had
forbidden it, but because my body began to recall the whippings Master had
given my back with his bullwhip at our previous heavy "session work" the
other day.  That pain worked to balance out the exquisite sensations my
dick was sending to my "pleasure center" occupying, i was sure, a larger
volume of the brain than that found in most men.  That these other bucks
not dip their wicks in Mistress's hot cunt was also extremely important, as
these slaves still had their balls, capable of shooting large loads of
active sperm, making Mistress pregnant.

   In brief, it was up to me to pleasure Mistress, to let Her satisfy Her
sexual cravings by using my body, and no other slave body.  And i so wanted
Her to be able to use my body fully and completely!  But Master had to be
obeyed and i had to follow His will, for my body belonged to Master, not to
Mistress.  She was in temporary command of it, with the single exception
that however much She might wish for me to shoot my juice into her lovely
cunt, Master had forbidden that act from taking place.

   Mistress opened Her huge, luminous eyes, and reached upward for me so
She could place Her arms around my neck.  As She did so, She encircled my
thrusting hips with Her luscious thighs, Her heels resting comfortably on
my handy glutes.



   i was now standing free and clear of everyone and supporting Mistress
easily on my very large and very hard dick, Her legs and arms holding my
body firmly as She ground Her tightness down and around the invading log.
She opened Her ripe mouth widely and invited my probing tongue into her
cavity.  i became lost in Her wetness, Her smoothness, Her tantalizing and
fulfilling fleshiness against my tongue, my mouth, my dick, my ass, my
neck, my face, my head.

   Up to that point, Mistress had been using my body for a good,
workmanlike fuck; now i was becoming lost in sexual frenzy, my body simply
responding all by itself to every hint, every thrust, every physical
complement suggested by Mistress's body English.  we were not just fucking,
but making passionate love, and everything about us simply disappeared--the
room, the other slaves, any consciousness of anything other than fulfilling
our destiny with each other, at that precise moment in time, our movements
together suggesting in the mind's eye not mere punctuation or one-word
gestures, but sentences and paragraphs of body prose, each word and phrase
and sentence deepening our sense of physical and spiritual union, of
creating in our supreme act some new thing that had never before existed.

   The instant i poured my cock juice into my Mistress i suddenly realized
the crime i had just committed.  Had not Master himself specifically, not
more than 24 hours ago, told me that i was, under no circumstance, ever to
pump my cock juice into His luscious wife's oozing cunt?  Had i not just
gotten my ass whipped, my back whipped, my legs whipped by a fucking
bullwhip for losing control of my dick and pumping a load into my Mistress?
What in hell was i going to do now?

   If Master could not count on me, His "right hand", to do His bidding,
perhaps Master would have to consider cutting my dick off!  If i couldn't
give Master the control of this dick, He would have no choice but to remove
it from my body, wouldn't He?

   Well, these nightmare fears passed through my mind like a bolt of
lightning and left about as rapidly.  i had the after care of my Mistress
to deal with right now as the last of my ejaculate made the long journey
through my dick and shot into Mistress's tightness.  Jesus, what a sweet
piece of ass She was!  i held Her with my left hand supporting Her fabulous
ass and my right hand and arm cradling Her upper body as Her whole physical
frame began to grow limp in fulfilled sexual ecstasy.  i motioned with my
head to whichever one of my assistants could figure out that i wanted a
cloth drape placed over one of the low examination tables on which to
recline Mistress, that She might recover in some degree of comfort.

   As Mistress lay there i mounted the table, placed my knees between Her
thighs for support, placed my elbows above her shoulders and effectively
made a protective shelter for Mistress with my naked body, generating heat
and the male passion i felt for Her, barely touching her skin, and that
with my lips, as i gently kissed Her hair.  i wanted Her to feel protected
in the afterglow of the multiple orgasms She had experienced, for i knew
women hated their male partners to "abandon" them after sex; they needed
that close intimacy of skin on skin, of heat on heat, of male energy
interpenetrating and dominating their female receptivity.

   After some time passed, Mistress began to return to the here-and-now
world of the training room, the draped leather examination table She lay
upon, and the heated closeness of my body, which prevented the shivering
cool air would normally induce in a relaxed, naked female--in this case,
one so much smaller and more vulnerable than the muscled hulk that all but
covered Her quite modest frame.

   "Help me up, slave . . .  Yes, that's better.  Fetch my clothes and
dress me."

   As i was already standing beside the table, i immediately fetched the
clothing while on my feet, instead of returning to all fours, and for that
small mercy i was thankful, as it had been many years ago that i had had
training as a four-footed animal, a dog, and moved more effectively now as
a human animal--that is, bipedally.  Returning to Mistress, however, i
returned to my knees and assisted Her with fitting Her form-fitting skirt
and clinging top, and, finally, Her sexy, high-heeled strapless shoes.  my
hands could reach to all parts of Her body from my kneeling position, and
there i sensed Mistress felt more in command of my body, as She would look
down to me, and i looked up to Her.

   i noticed--indeed--counted upon all the other slaves in the room to take
in my behavior toward Mistress, especially the subtle actions i took to
make this slave subservient to Mistress, to give Her permission, in a
sense--as She was inexperienced in this business of directing slaves--to
act boldly, to dominate completely every aspect of this massively muscled
and hugely powerful male animal that was Her devoted property.  Of course,
these behaviors of mine, while triggering the Master response in Mistress,
even more effectively induced in me a sort of ecstatic sexual submission.
The more i felt i serviced Mistress and made Her feel big emotionally, feel
so powerful that She could simply take for granted that Her property would
do anything at all it was within its power to do, the harder my dick
became, the more sexually aroused, and the cocksnot began to drool once
again in anticipating the next command it was Mistress's pleasure to give.

   Ideas and impressions continued to run through my consciousness
unchecked.  The greatest emotion a slave could experience in its life to
give pleasure to its Master or Mistress, and physical closeness, physical
proximity, intensified the emotion geometically.  True, Master had told me
not to cum into Mistress, but Mistress was here, now, insistent, and wanted
Her devoted slave to cum inside of Her; whereas Master was not here--He was
off somewhere doing the things a Master does.  How could a poor slave, even
one as intelligent and as well-trained as i, possibly deny Mistress what
She wanted?  How could this slave body possibly resist the biological call
to its manifest destiny?  To give pleasure?

   Slowly i came to realize that the conscious, rational control i once had
had over my body grew less and less powerful, as my mind opened up more and
more to domination from without.  With a certain fear, i realized that
Master's distant and abstract commands were becoming less important,
because they were distant and abstract, and He was not here to dominate me,
and Mistress's commands became more and more important, because She stayed
near me, giving me Her radiating energy, and i just responded mechanically,
without giving much heed to the consequences.  Surely Master understood
this dynamic?  Surely Master understood that this devoted slave might have
problems servicing two Masters at the same time!

   Let Master worry about the consequences!  i was slave, not man, and my
body and mind were to be used by Master and Mistress as They wished, and
any conflict between the two would have to be decided between the two of
Them!  i obeyed; to be forced to choose was to compel this slave to do
something it was not within its power to do, since slaves did not choose!
To choose implied an ego that was separate and individual and had power. 
But slaves, to be slaves, gave up their egos, their separateness, their
individuality, their independent power, and devoted themselves completely
to giving service and pleasure to their Masters.  They were, above all, to
obey!  i felt confused and, if possible, even more humble and subservient,
as in my downcast state Mistress reached out and lifted my chin.

   "Slave, why are your eyes shedding tears?"

   "Mistress, this slave begs Your pardon.  it is so confused and powerless
to resolve the conflict between what Master and Mistress want it to do."

   "What conflict?"



   "Mistress, Yes Mistress.  This slave was commanded by Master just
yesterday to refrain from cumming inside Mistress, no matter what.  Yet
this slave's body responded to Mistress's desire for it to cum inside Her
body!  What would Mistress have this slave do?"



   Mistress bend down and put Her lips next to my ear, spoke in a low
voice.



   "Slave, your body gives me exceedingly great pleasure and I detect no
guile in you.  It would be an easy thing to pretend I did not want you to
make love to me, that I did not want . . .  well, you know.  I cannot say
you will not be punished severely, even though you obeyed MY wishes,
unspoken though they were.  I want your passion, slave, but Master may just
beat that passion right out of you, as your body begins to make the
connection between giving me pleasure and receiving Master's painful whip.
Do you enjoy Master's painful whip?"



   "Mistress, this slave does not know how to answer except to say that it
is learning how to take the pain and turn it into a kind of pleasure, the
pleasure that comes from giving pleasure to Master.  The pain is not a
direct pleasure--it is pain, severe pain.  But Master wants this slave to
have pain, and if that is what Master wants, then this slave
wants--craves--Master's whip."



   "Then what is the problem?"



   "Mistress, Yes Mistress.  Not the pain, Mistress, but the conflict. 
Master told His slave not to cum, yet this slave came in response to
Mistress's wishes.  This slave needs to obey both Master and Mistress, but
to obey Mistress, this slave disobeys Master.  To obey Master, this slave
disobeys Mistress.  This slave needs to obey, Mistress, and now it is
confused, because it has failed to obey both."



   Mistress stood back up and looked down upon me, i assumed, as i lowered
my head and my eyes to a spot on the floor, directly in front of Her
high-heeled feet.



   "What would be an appropriate punishment for such a slave, knowing it
was directly disobeying an order from its Master?"



   "Mistress, Yes.  Such a slave should have the largest possible butt-plug
inserted into its slave hole, the thickest catheter installed up its dick,
with the valve turned off so it didn't lose its piss.  It should then be
strapped to the St.  Andrews Cross here and severely whipped."



   "I saw this slave (pointing to clay, still bound hand, foot, legs and
ass to the fuck table) taking such a beating, at least part of one, as i
watched what you were doing here in the training room.  Stand him up so I
can inspect him."



   my lieutenants immediately started hustling themselves to remove the
shackles and stood the ex-Marine up for inspection by Mistress.



   "He's a very handsome piece of slavemeat, Jackson.  What is to be done
with it?" i noticed that Mistress had shifted Her language somewhat subtly
to call me by name and refer to clay as a mere "it." She was learning how
to control the situation through language and i immediately felt better,
that She was taking charge.



   "Mistress, Yes Mistress.  This slave will definitely join the New Birth
Program and can probably be trained to Elite status."



   "What does that mean, exactly?"



   "Mistress, this slave will be gelded and have prosthetic balls inserted.
In addition, it will begin hormone therapy to increase its muscle size and
density as it enters a challenging weight-training program.  Further, we
have, with the first discipline it received today, begun to break its
spirit and turn it into a proper slave, with a true slave mentality.  That
will take some time, but as it is an ex-Marine, progress should be rapid."



   "Is there any reason why you cannot geld it right now, while I watch?"



   "Mistress, if gelding now is Your pleasure, then the slave will be
gelded now."



   "Jackson, I still have your balls in my display vase, properly
identified as yours.  Is there any reason why I cannot have this slave's
balls as well?"



   "Mistress, Yes, of course, Mistress.  its balls are Yours.  we will
carefully remove them so that they stay as plump as possible, then flash
freeze them so no cellular tissue is destroyed, until such time as they can
be thawed, preserved, and then placed in the display vase you wish. 
Mistress may wish to consider whether this property's semen should be
preserved.  it is a new property and it has not been milked.  its sperm has
not, therefore, been checked for viability.  If its balls are taken now
then we lose the potential benefit of selling its sperm, should the sperm
be marketable."



   "We have no indication, then, of what sort of offspring this property
might produce?"



   "Mistress, Yes Mistress.  According to our files, this property has
offspring, a 22-year-old young man by the name of tony, an excellent,
well-muscled property i am turning into a dog.  In fact, Mistress, You can
see dog right now."



   This slave turned to mace, "Attach a lease to dog's collar and bring it
over here so Mistress can inspect it."


   (C) 2004 Syke Master