**Stacey**
For the acceptance of perverts you need to be handy. The easiest thing in my case, it´s just the test that is bizarre in the execution.
My future plans have to proceed with caution, because The Art of the Holy Submission requires of us the minimal coverage of the body. The collar brought me back to the younger years, it could be nice reminder on another place. The strap harness didn´t have any positives at all, it is just symbolical ornamentation of my body, framing squares of the skin and letting everybody on a public secret that we are slaves for the enjoyment. OK, it covers my nipples, so that´s cool.
Along with my roommates and about 25 other inmates I was acquainted with the large sadomasochistic corner of the Tower. First we had a little peek of its own library. I recall only terrible giant photography hanging on the wall. Some harpy named Anne Desclos. Just above it is a lounge for lessons in the service. The main section is the giant branched dungeon, using the rich disposal of the underground space. The trainees were also for a dose of the fresh air in a special part of the park zone.
And, in the middle of it all, there is a workshop.
We choose each one a saw and on a table we sorted out pile of numerous rattan pieces, instructed to cutting them into length of usable cane. Presumably we will humbly present the results to our trainers later. I had to concentrate on the present moment, so to evade shaking of hands that led to some minor injuries even that day. Sawed off rods were to be taken to the section with bathtub and we let them soak there for now. Those like me, who looked around, found huge bottles with oil and salt shakers. Our creations were going to be terribly sharpened in the future!
The second task was supposed to lead to more immediate results. In the mechanized part of the workshop laid down wooden desks covered in paper out of which we carved frightening paddles, sanding and grinding all the needed parts and finishing it with signing the plate on the handle. Wardens announced break that will be spend in the outdoor.
It was practically just behind the section´s door. We could wait in peace on the circle of loungers and each of us had prepared glass of cappuccino with the whipping cream and some chocolate candies. Our pause might add another layer to our ridiculousness, I am afraid. And there wasn´t much time for happy thoughts. No matter how much was Thompson smiling, maybe thanks to the complot I put together.
“Congratulations to your first cane in making, Senator. But remember, we have no complete marks until the first welts!”
She was pale now and contemplating what to exactly say. Then sniffed.
“You should know something about it, Hamilton. You look like a girl who was toughened up by the regular belt-tannings.”
“My father usually managed with his voice. I didn´t dare to push him towards action. But once… Me, like thirteen, and mom went to the concert, of the Beatles revival group, and on the way back we found our bus tickets are missing… In the bus itself, no less. It took unpleasant confrontation with the hobo and several night phone calls before we get the family lift. Dad made us bend on a sofa next to each other and the cable licked our bottoms. We were screaming like some wild monkeys… It was never needed again.”
I have tasted the whipping cream and took one candy, trying to forget the memory.
“These guys are sickos who let their heads pollute by other psychos. I don´t know a single person who would be into this pain shit.”
“Actually, I was enthusiastically experimenting, ever since I get into puberty”, said The Woodroof girl.
I couldn´t hold it and my words must have been incomprehensible in all that laughing. “Hehehehe, of course you were, a little Quisling! I envy your interests and adaptability!”
She went on the defensive.
“I never signed up for anything called “Holy Submission”!”
“I can´t very well comprehend, why they do not call it sadomasochism or BDSM anymore myself.”
Zita Quisling looked like she has a theory. “The main halves of sadomasochism are named after two aristocratic intellectuals of different personalities and backgrounds. Our establishment can identify with Donatien Alphonse Francois, marquis de Sade when it comes to overall treatment of women and some things from his philosophy as well… It is not very endorsing the legacy of Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, whose erotic life and the work was started by his aunt thrashing him… That is… Just not aligning with what are they teaching people since their inception. Plus, he was socialist and they wouldn´t forgive him that either.”
That brightened my day for a second.
“He was an aristocrat and a socialist? I see the masochism. I would like to read something from him rather than things they showed us.”
“That library made my head twist from the first peek on the shelves. So much of pulp, obviously existing previously just as ebooks, and I couldn´t believe how much of it was written by female writers.”
I nodded.
“Haven´t even look on the compulsory literature…”
“Well, imagine that, they want us to read one very long sci-fi series, among others. I have never even started this one.”
“We shouldn´t lose our time with sci-fi”, said some underage with a Canadian accent. “There might be some sense in speculative literature. That is about things that can actually happen.”
Zita Quisling was not hiding her anger. “Shut up, Margaret!”
Geek´s nerves are not to be touched.
Sweet taste made us prepared to obligatory “Get up, inmates!” and the march to another exercise. This time were sorted on almost like scarecrows. On the rectangle out of concrete we had to spread our legs wide, our shoes scraping on the surface. Ankles were cuffed by the metal pipe and on our own “will” we were instructed to keep hands behind the heads. What surprised me was absence of the ballgags this time. The last time I checked that was one of the features of this subculture of freaks. They probably wanted slaves to speak and that was worse.
“Good afternoon, girls! If you aren´t perverted already, we will remedy that mistake!”
So exclaimed short bald guy getting closer to us, followed by woman in the same black as was her hair in a bun.
“You will address me as Master Malcolm. This is my assistant, Mistress Lady Georgianna. During the course etiquette is that all superiors are to be a called Masters and Mistresses, that´s the basic detail. If only everything here would be so easy! The truth is The Art of Holy Submission has many forms dictated by man´s imagination and your everlasting acceptance. Neither me, nor G. are absolute geniuses in any of the specific field, but we will give you basics in the whole spectrum of ideas. And from you we demand the worship. Understood?”
“Yes, master!”, our crowd shouted. Malcolm in his full of himself attitude ignored that Lady Georgianna actually gave us somewhat an apologetic look.
“I must not use my God-given instrument on you, which is a shame. That doesn´t mean I haven´t something else mighty in my pants.” He took off face painting pencil and went to the Senator. The very first thing he done to us that day was writing purple letters EMPTY BOX on her forehead. He accepted Georgianna with mirror in her hand and showed her the sign.
“What do you think about this description?”
Senator answered at once and hurriedly.
“Thank you, Master, it is a true, I deserve many more such words. I was always dumb!”
He slapped her.
“Work on your tone a little.”
He grabbed her left breast and stretched it into the zone of discomfort. She pressed her eyes closed. He drawn some ugly net of spirals and entitled it “Voters fingerprints”. Then something on her belly, which looked like a few pieces of normal human shit. He made good on his Muses as long as he could. Our Silent Therese got terrible, but nicely done picture of the cunt on the face and the call “Look for it below”. Under aged girls received a less of it, but they weren´t spared. Zita Quis… Zita had more polite addition, sexy pinup in the prison uniform and ball on a chain and I had my face blackened again. Georgianna later opened suitcase full of pigtails and they fastened them on some of us, including me, Senator and Barbara. Unfortunaly, I didn´t mind what they were doing with me. I was simply cringing that they were *touching* me.
Lady Georgianna started to undone the restraints. Malcolm has taken the command.
“So, now you have your internal tasks and soon we will meet again for outdoor training.”
In the lounge men could enjoy everything they liked in the abundance – various desserts, drinks and the female body. It looks like that young playboys had minimal interest in using their own limbs and found an immense passion in ordering us, properly disgraced before meeting them, every single thing. Bringing them bottles wasn´t always the easy part. Guess where gals like me had to put it? I was told to keep it right between my tits, pushing them towards the centre. Because everybody was pouring the beverage into glasses, so did I. Slowly moving, deeply bowing lady just invites herself to at least the pinches and must pretend she loves them as prescribed by the “freeuse standards”, briefly defined by Malcolm.
Frolicsome boys sit far from a small tables, but that is not problem! Their delivery girl will hold plate with food on her back, sometimes nervously wriggling her feet, like she has tingle there, but is absolutely ignored. The other is sent with dish and eats tilted in such way so her “client” would have a nice view. The boys had fun, but they were more dormant soon, prepared to simply fuck these people in an hour or so. Underages were crying most of all as definitely noted by the tall butler with the notebook. It was forbidden to make photos of most of women, Senator being one of the exceptions.
Hilarity ensued as she lost it and was trying to cover something, mainly her scribbled tit. The butler pulled her hands and chastised the palms by some strokes of the riding crop and one final reminder to the other breast. She must have returned to wannabe paparazzi and their evil laughter. I could see goose bumps on those gelatinous arms.
Almost no one cared when door opened, people just started to turn around more and more because the two newcomers were so noteworthy. Without catching in whispering I simply recognised the Chinese man coming to the centre of the room. This proudly walking person with the broad face had to be Alexander Cao from the Advisory council who addressed us all yesterday. He was looking trough the inmates and guests alike, it was like if his concentration was dedicated just to his companion with moustache and side whiskers, presumably Richard Neumann. He was actually looking around a lot and I sensed some boyish charm about him.
The butler hid his riding crop and saluted to Cao.
“We are ready at your service, respectable fellows.”
Cao answered grudgingly.
“Me and fellow Neumann are saturated by the hospitality of principal Mayson. Here, my friend in particular wanted to know how much the investment paid off and if the process starts well.”
“Here it is truly crucial”, said now Neumann, only shortly sitting on the couch. “The people here on both sides are going through the extreme case of their future interaction… Extreme, but sexy. Fits into our marketing like a sword into the sheath.”
Everyone just listened, frozen. Some flame might have appeared in Cao´s eyes when he saw the Senator. His smile towards other Brotherhood official hinted of sarcasm.
“Fellow Neumann, do you want to interview someone?”
“That I delay to our evening party. As for the ladies -” He peeked on one girl who was now… She was making out with some writing cabinet. Licking it´s round edges, fondling the wooden legs, arching her ass right, left and centre.
“Ladies have a good start, but it´s too soon. I need to watch, fellow Cao. Fifteen minutes for analysis, please!”
Cao was starting to examine the guys, maybe looking for anyone he can have an empty talk with. Inmates were mostly not even looking into direction of these two, making me, the sly fox, an exception. I have used absence of new orders and pinches, kneeled down before Neumann and said: “Master, I have a problem and you are a perfect man to solve it.”
He looked at me with an open mouth.
“And that problem is, Madame?”
He might surprised himself as well, by being totally unsure how to speak with an inmate.
“Master, one of us should be punished by something powerful like you in person.” I´ve pointed to the Senator.
“You know who she is, don´t you? Fallen from grace, she just exists to be dominated by the new, healthier order now.”
Despite whispering I´ve raised plenty of eyebrows. I hope some woman understands what I am doing. This guy might turn her over his knee for a moment, but it would be better than jumping on spot in front of swines.
Neumann looked on her face and sign on the forehead.
“I´m not into these things, but I want to talk with her.”
He invited her and she knelt next to me. I was dismissed, with many people noticing only the result of my suggestion.
This turning out even better than I hoped, I checked out the Cao guy. He stood in front of the bar table with two young guests. I didn´t know, if they listened to him with so much boobie-staring.
As I watched two fratboys sliding photographs of Senator on their camera, I was possessed by the new initiative. Remembering myself catching some debtors I copied mine vicious laughter.
“Ha! I hope you uploaded it online and the world sees, what has become of her!”
Fratboy with free hands has used them on me and the spotty face kissed my cheek of perfect skin. The one with camera shook his head.
“Jesus, woman, I haven´t almost been online since I´ve got here. This thing has other functions anyway!”
Yes, this “camera” was actually one of the Apple´s grandkids and it had Princess Tower logos on it.
“We have a wifi!”
“Weren´t you listening? I don´t care about internet, so I don´t care about bloody password!”
So, it´s not automatic. No problem for me anymore.
“That´s part of your room´s equipment?”
“Yeah, hands off! And jugs forward!”
When we have an access to their rooms? During Lovemaking sessions. But they aren´t giving us the needed free time… I went back to the conversing Senator, shivering from the every slap along the way.
“I think Mrs. Thompson will learn to like her new life “, said Neumann.
“Me too.”
“She stays with me, bring us some water.”
I complied and we stayed under the protection of our enemy. When we were told to regroup for another part of lesson I whispered to Senator: “You must tell me everything about how you are shagged, I want to be prepared and planning.” With the innocent words, I didn´t need a cipher.
The time in the short transit invited me to find out more about Neumann, his potential curiosity and reactions.
“He asked me to summarize everything from the arrival. I did it as best as I could without dirty words and he… He looked like constipated all the time, Hamilton, I couldn´t read him. He tried to be nice at me, that´s right and when I was finished he just answered: “Who says things can´t improve eventually?” I say that, but I appreciated the sentiment. He will most likely just visit some more Towers and congratulates them how they are doing the best as they could.”
“Wondrous he talked with you at all. Pity we haven´t his phone number. Or the phones.”
Starting of outdoor scene was downright horror-like. What would anyone think if they saw edge of the park´s grove where there are ropes hanging over the trees, the whole shitload of them and something tells you this time it won´t about the climbing? One could only calm down after seeing that the nooses were too small for the head. Lady Georgianna was waiting there, behind some yellow wheelie bin.
“Lay on your bellies, that will make it easier”, ordered Malcolm.
As the first of us ended on the ground, Georgianna started to tying up the nooses around our feet. Her expression was suggesting that she is still depressed. I heard her whistling and the ropes were started to being pulled from the other side. The moaning accompanied alternating suffering. We had paintings and signs on the bare skin, now it was also chafing from the slow moving against dirt and stones towards the tree, where we get into the air. The weight of the single leg hold us there, rest of the body wobbling and branches prickling whenever there wasn´t strap harness. The head upside down was only for growing discomfort.
Somewhere below Malcolm was walking from side to side and the sight must have excited him, if I could be judge of his speech.
“The tradition wouldn´t be what it is without using of whips and floggers. That is all kosher and halal, but I am lifelong supporter of nature´s own punitive tool. The nettles!”
When I could catch his image, I have also perceived a glimpse of long stem with green leaves, surpassing Malcolm´s figure. By employing more directions, I saw now that open wheelie bin was full of this damned stuff. Georgianna and some men were now reorganising something around us. They were moving the trampolines. How is it that I could foresee the next step? The crew with the gloves took handfuls of nettles and scattered them on the one jumping surface after another.
“In the end, many of you will be jumping!”, said Malcolm and held out his hand with the stem. “I will now measure duration of your obedience. Lady!”
He waved to Georgianna with a wide saucer.
“Even if you arachnophob, it´s not an excuse to not eat these exotic spiders and doing it like a civilized person, so they won´t climb out of your throat.”
He sinked a small spoon into the mass on the saucer I previously thought were some canapé, but it started to move. The woman he went to first actually started after to eat them willingly after some bending of the head. Malcolm put her under bigger stress by running the nettle stem from the chest to underbelly. She was sort of oinking with the mouth shut closed. The next one, this time underage, hadn´t so good appetite and simply gave up instead of choking. Malcolm “freed” her tied leg with a knife, sending her to fall and scream and jump and scream and jump… Then another shouting, if she didn´t jump.
I was the third in a line. In a way I can choose. Should I have a little more of submissive´s food or a little more defiant´s sport? In the end I think my body must not be numb, so I spitted out the spiders.
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