She walked in front of each of the newly arrived slaves, looking at each as one would look at a piece of furniture that didn't quite measure up to the level expected. Then she stalked from the room. She knew the next week would be exhausting... she would be spending time with each slave individually every day, as well as spending time with them as a group. But she would be energized as she kept them off-balanced. She enjoyed mind games, and watching them become confused, and eventually empowered as they found what she wanted and served her as she wished.
The staff consisted of the driver, the two house slaves and the younger Dominatrix. The staff slaves wore brief leather pieces to differentiate them from the students. The younger of the staff slaves stepped in front of the new arrivals and began speaking.
"You have received instructions about the expectations of the school. You have secured all of your belongings in paper bags, which will be collected later this evening. Right now, each of you will have an interview with Mistress Kassandra. When your interview is complete, return to your present place in front of the chair and await further instruction."
Robert was ordered to turn his paper bag over to the staff slave to be secured for the stay, and to leave his personal items on the chair. It was then time for his private audience with Mistress Kassandra.
The staff slave said, "Please follow me." Then walked toward the closed door where Mistress Kassandra had gone and knocked on the door. Mistress Kassandra opened it. "Come in." she said. "Sit on the floor right here." she indicated a space in front of a chair she sat in.
"Who are you?" she asked, tapping the crop on the palm of her hand.
"I'm Robert Davidson, Mistress." he responded.
"During your stay here, you are 'slave', unless and until I give you another slave name." she said.
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." slave responded.
"Why are you here, slave?" she asked.
"I want to be submissive to you." he stammered, searching for words. "I want to serve you."
She picked up the leather collar that was on the arm of her chair and held it in front of him.
"Are you ready to begin training?" she asked.
"Yes, Mistress."
"This collar is the symbol of your status. You are a slave. You will learn rituals. You will become my property for the duration of your enrollment. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I am a sadist. I enjoy inflicting pain, maintaining control, and eliciting fear. If you didn't experience fear at the prospect of coming to see me, I promise that you will experience fear whenever you think about seeing me in the future. Is that clear?" She spoke clearly and slowly. She enjoyed expressing this information because the sadistic part of her nature actually got turned on when she elicited pain.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Very good. Kiss the collar, slave."
He leaned over and kissed the collar. She wrapped it around his neck and secured it with a small padlock. "This collar will remain on you for the duration of your stay."
"Before we go any further, there is the matter of teaching you the importance of listening to my instructions. When you don't listen carefully to my instructions, I end up having to repeat myself. I don't like to have to repeat myself. It makes me want to hurt someone. Do you know who it makes me want to hurt?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She picked up a moderately heavy clamp from a nearby table and started to brush her fingers over the tip of his nipple with her other hand. Fear and the coolness of her touch caused his nipple to swell and harden. She grabbed it roughly and slipped the clamp over it. He moaned at the sharp, biting pain.
"This will stay on while you learn the first ritual." she began. "Ritual begins when I say, 'ROD'. You will respond with 'Respect, Obedience, and Discipline, Mistress.' Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"ROD."
"Respect, Obedience, and Discipline, Mistress."
"That's very good. And what do you owe your Mistress?"
"Respect, Mistress. Obedience, Mistress. Discipline, Mistress."
"Now, I want you to tell me what each means." The applicants had received definitions of the words with their information packet.
She began lightly tapping the clamp with her crop, watching him wince with each blow.
"Respect, Mistress... is an attitude of submission and reverence for you, Mistress. Obedience, Mistress... is to instantly obey you, Mistress. Discipline, Mistress... means to accept punishment from you, Mistress."
"That's very good. Perhaps there is hope for you, after all." she smiled. She looked at the redness spreading around the nipple. "What have you learned about listening to my instructions?" she asked.
"To listen very carefully to your instructions so you don't have to repeat yourself, Mistress."
"Do you think you will pay attention now?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She reached down and pulled on the clamp. A cry of pain escaped him as she opened the teeth and removed it. "You're lucky I didn't decide to just pull it off."
"Yes, Mistress. " he said. "Thank you, Mistress."
"Get up and walk around the room." she ordered.
She watched him move about the room; taking in his appearance, his stride, his demeanor. Could he live up to her demands? He had a fragile, almost frail air about him.. but that was one of the things that appealed to her.
She pulled out his contract. "Do you remember signing this and sending it to me?" she asked.
He looked at the paper. "Yes, Mistress." he answered.
"I want you to re-read the words, and explain to me EXACTLY what they mean to you."
He re-read the contract and described to her what he thought it meant. When he had finished, she ordered him to sign it again, in her presence.
"You will now go back to the common room, and await further instructions."
He went back to the common room and sat on the floor in front of the empty chair. After each of the new arrivals was seen by Mistress Kassandra, the slaves were all instructed to kneel on the floor in a semi-circle with their hands behind their backs.
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