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The Sacred Feminine

The Sacred Feminine
Obedience Training
Getting Acquainted
Tested and Rewarded
Moving Day
Good Grooming
Learning To Serve
Training Continues
When The Bell Rings
The Evaluation
The Great Escape

The Stories of Yvonne Sinclair

Alice And Anna
On The Beach
The Bisley Boy
Silk Stockings On A Ladder
A Merry Ferry Christmas
Stella and Fanny

The Dominafuhrer

The New Recruit

The Story Of T

Arrival At The Institute


An Introduction

VO Stories

Miss Malcahy's Detention
Nine and a Half Hours

The Weight Loss

I Sign A Contract

The Convict

The Convict


A Caning By Miss Spiteful
Always On The Bare
A Visit To Greenwich
At My Lady's Pleasure
Ball Shackle Story
I Met Claire In A Coffee Shop
Judicial Bastinado
Kevin's Poem
Long Weekend
Long Weekend Conclusion
My Visit
Robin's Electrical Torture
Shoeshine Boy
Slave To The Cane
The Basement
The Colony
The Escape Artist
The Huntress Caning
The Language School
The Worm's View
Webb Encounters

The Bossy Bank Women

A Judicial Punishment

The Valkyrie

Episode 1


The Vision
The Agreement
First Blood




Chapter 7 - Learning to Serve

As Mistress Stella led me out of the grooming shop and down the corridor of the mall, I was again feeling very self-conscious. I thought I must look quite strange with no hair on my head…indeed, none on my body anywhere…except my upper lip, of course. Mistress didn’t help my embarrassment any when she grasped my still-hard cock, smiled at me, and said, “That’s very nice, Arch, but save it ‘til later.”

I could feel my whole body turn warm as I blushed from head to foot.

“May I ask a question, Mistress?” I asked.

“Yes, Arch.”

“Where are we going now, Mistress?”

“Where would you like to go, Arch?” She gave me a wicked smile.

“I would like to go home…wherever that is…Mistress.”

“Soon, Arch. But we have to make one more stop first. You’ll probably like this one. We’re going to get you something to wear.”

“I would like that very much, Mistress.” Although my cock was relaxing and I was beginning to feel just a wee bit less conspicuous, I looked forward to getting some clothes on.

Mistress and I walked along together until we reached a shop named Solaris Leather Goods.

“Here we are, Arch,” she said matter-of-factly. We went inside and were immediately greeted by a male employee—a slave, of course—who was clothed, more or less, in a black thong, black sandals, and a black vest with the pentacle and circle logo.

“May this one help you, Mistress?” he asked, ignoring me completely.

“Yes, thank you,” Mistress replied. “I have a new slave here and he needs some appropriate attire.”

“What did you have in mind, Mistress? A thong, of course,” he said, looking at my naked cock and balls. “And this one surmises from the cock and ball ring he is wearing that you want him fitted with a nice leather harness?” He made this last statement sound like a question. “Did you have anything else in mind? Perhaps a vest? Leggings? A nice hat or cap?”

Mistress laughed “Oh, no! Not a cap. I wouldn’t want to cover that magnificent skull,” she said as she stroked my bare scalp. “Just a pair of sandals, I think. Those, the thong and the harness will do for now.”

With the slave’s help, Mistress quickly picked the things she wanted for me. The thong she selected had a gold pentacle and circle on the front. The harness had a wide belt with ‘D’ rings at various points around it and a buckle that fastened in the back. Straps from the belt ran straight up over my shoulders, passing just outside my nipples, connected by a cross strap at the bottom of my breast bone, and crossing in the back. There was a ‘D’ ring at the point where the straps crossed. There was, also, a strap extending straight down from the center of the belt that looped through the cock and ball ring. It was adjustable with a small buckle, so that my cock and balls could be pulled up to whatever degree of prominence Mistress felt was appropriate. When these items had been selected and I had tried them on to make sure they fitted exactly as Mistress wanted, she said to the clerk, “Thank you very much. Slave Arch will wear these.” She paid for my new ‘clothes’ and we left the store.

The things I was now wearing were not what I had expected when Mistress said we were going to get me something to wear, but I was glad to have them on. At least I was no longer naked, and I was now dressed no differently than some of the other slaves I was seeing.

We headed for the exit from the mall. When we got to the door leading to the parking lot where we had left our motor cart, I was too preoccupied with my thoughts to remember what Mistress expected of me. When I stopped beside her at the door, she smacked me on the butt with her strap and said, “You ARE going to open the door for me, aren’t you, slave?”

“OH yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress.” Quickly, I opened the door and held it for her.

When we arrived at the motor cart, Mistress asked me, “Arch, do you think you can drive one of these?”

“Most certainly, Mistress,” I replied. “It’s essentially a golf cart. I’ve driven golf carts many times.”

“Then you will drive home. There certainly is no reason for me to drive, when I have a slave to do it for me.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I helped Mistress into a seat, then got behind the wheel and began to drive. Fortunately, I remembered the route we took to get here, so I was able to get us back ‘home’ without asking directions. I pulled into the driveway and stopped, shutting off the switch to the electric motor.

Mistress stepped down from the cart, unsnapped the leash from my collar, and ordered, “Come with me, slave. The next phase of your training is about to begin.” She walked toward the front door.

This time, just in time, I remembered what I was expected to do. I hurried past her, opened the door, and held it for her.

“I’m glad to see you’re learning,” she muttered as she entered the house. “Come!” She proceeded to a room I had not seen before, and I followed her as I had been instructed. As I entered, I saw that there was a massage table, a padded bench almost as high as the table, a bed with brass head and foot rails, several chairs of various descriptions, and a large cabinet with both doors and drawers. Adjacent was a toilet and bathroom.

Mistress pointed to a straight-backed chair at one side of the room and said, “Take off your new clothes, then kneel facing that chair. I’ll be back shortly.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I removed the harness, thong, and sandals, then knelt as instructed.

Mistress entered the bathroom and closed the door. It was not long before she opened the door and returned. I was amazed to see that she was completely naked. Without explanation, she sat on the chair in front of me.

I was fascinated by the sight of her lovely breasts, and because her knees were slightly parted, her lovely shaved pussy. Its lips were very slightly parted and glistened with moisture. I sat very still, but I began to breathe more deeply.

“Look at my EYES, slave,” Mistress said sternly but with a smile.

“Yes, Mistress.” I looked directly into her eyes, struggling to refrain from looking down at her lovely body.

“You have done well with the obedience phase of your training, so I believe I can trust you well enough to begin the next phase. This phase is called ‘servitude’. In this phase you will learn what is expected of you by way of service to me and to other mistresses here in Solaris. You will also learn how to provide your services in a courteous and solicitous manner. The services you will be expected to provide will be numerous and varied…some of which you will, likely, enjoy providing and some you will not. However, when you have been properly trained, you will provide all your services humbly, unhesitatingly, and without complaint.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, only because I thought some response was required.

“Now, Arch, your training is going to start with a service…or services…which you may possibly enjoy. Since watching you get shaved and scrubbed this morning made your mistress a bit horny, you are going to learn how to give her a massage. This will be a duty you will be called upon to perform frequently. For now, I will be giving you instructions how to proceed, but, ultimately, I will expect you to carry out this duty exactly as you will come to know I prefer it to be done, and without instructions from me.

“Yes, Mistress,” I answered, not without enthusiasm. Perhaps this slavery business wasn’t going to be too bad, after all.

‘Get a large towel from the cabinet over there and spread it on the massage table.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

When I had the towel in place, Mistress walked over to the table. “Now, help me onto the table,” she instructed.

“Yes, Ma’am.” I held out my hand and she took it in hers as she climbed onto the table and positioned herself on her belly in such a way that she could rest her head on the padded circular ring that would allow her to breathe and to talk easily while her forehead was supported on the pad.

“Alright, my slave, start my massage by massaging my feet and my legs.”

“With pleasure, Mistress.” I lifted one leg slightly and grasped a foot in both my hands. I began to press the ball of her foot between my thumbs and my fingers in such a way that it caused her toes to spread, then I worked the pressure along her arch and instep to her ankle. I gently bent and flexed the ankle as I squeezed and worked my fingers over the top of her foot. This process I repeated several times before I switched to the other foot.

“Mmmm,” Mistress moaned softly. “That feels delightful, li’l one. Now, my legs.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I began to caress her leg from the ankle to the knee, first pressing gently but firmly on her calf, the squeezing and applying pressure with my thumbs. I alternated from one leg to the other. I flexed her knee and rested her foot against my body so that I could work on her calf with my fingers.

“Good boy, Arch. Now let me feel those strong hands on my thighs and my butt.”

I wrapped the fingers of both hands around on thigh and began to squeeze and massage the muscles as I worked upward toward the cheeks of her ass. When the fingers on her inner thigh approached her pussy, I could feel the heat radiating from it. I resisted the temptation to part the lips slightly and feel the wetness I knew was there. I switched to the other side and repeated the process. When I reached her butt, I grasped one ass cheek in each hand and pushed and squeezed both cheeks simultaneously.

I was taken by surprise when Mistress said softly, “Kiss my ass, Slave.”

I paused momentarily. “Yes, Mistress.” I bent down and tenderly kissed each cheek of her ass.

“Come up to this end of the table,” she ordered in a gentle tone.

I walked up by her head and said, “Yes, Mistress?”

She turned slightly on one side and looked up at me. “Bend down and kiss me, Arch,” she said, then pursed her lips.

I bent down and pressed my lips softly against hers and felt her press harder against mine. We held the kiss for a moment; then she backed away. “Very good, my slave,” she said. “Now, I want you to consider something.”

“Yes, Ma’am?”

When I told you to kiss me just now, you didn’t kiss me on my cheeks. You found my puckered lips and kissed them quite directly, did you not?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to consider about that.

“Well then, when I told you to kiss my ass, why did you kiss it on the cheeks? I’m sure you could have found some nice puckered lips there to kiss,” she said with a wicked smile.

After a long pause, I replied in a low tone, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Well then, my slave, I ask you again…kiss my ass,” she said in a soft and seductive tone.

“Yes, Mistress.”

As I took a deep breath and moved down the table, she placed her forehead again on the padded headrest and raised her butt slightly off the table.

Knowing I had no choice but to do as she commanded, I grasped the cheeks of her butt and spread them apart with my thumbs until I could see her puckered little sphincter. I bent down and pressed my lips firmly against it.

As before, she pressed against my lips. “Good boy,” she said pleasantly. “Now, continue my massage. Work the muscles of my back quite firmly.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, relieved. I began kneading her back from the top of her butt to her shoulders. As I worked slowly up and down her back, she moaned softly and I could feel her relaxing. It felt good to know I was giving her pleasure, and I was enjoying the feel of her naked body. Each time my hands and fingers worked down her back I included a little more of her ass cheeks before I started to work back upward again. It felt good to both of us.

After I had massaged her back for quite a while, she said, without raising her head, “Your hands feel wonderful, Arch. Now, please work on my neck and shoulders.”

I placed my fingers on the sides of her neck and my thumbs on the back of it, and I began to squeeze and press gently but firmly…squeezing and relaxing…squeezing and relaxing. She began to moan again. I worked outward toward her shoulders, lifting them and pressing them inward toward her spine. She was relaxing more and more as I worked. If she had not been moaning softly, I might have thought she had fallen asleep.

She said nothing for a long while as I continued the massage. Finally, she raised her head and said in a most tender voice, “That was great, Arch. I know I will have you do that often. But now I want you to do other things. Help me off the table.”

I helped her sit up, and I held her hand as she slid off the table and stood beside it. She smiled at me and walked to the brass bed across the room. She sat down on it and ordered me, “come kneel before me, Arch.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

After I was on my knees in front of her, she said, “Closer, my slave.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I crawled close to her as she spread he knees.

“Would you like to suck my nipples, slave?”

“Yes, Ma’am. That would be a privilege, Mistress.” I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth.

As I began to suck, she grasped my bald, shaved head in both hands and began to stroke it, to feel it with her palms and her fingers. As she did this, she pressed my face against her breast. I continued to suck her tit, rolling the nipple against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. “Mmmmm, Arch, that bald scalp feels so very nice,” she muttered as she kissed the top of my skull. “Keep sucking, my pet,” she said, still holding my head gently between her palms. After a while she pulled my head back and said, “Now, the other side, li’l one.” As I began to suck the second nipple, I reached up and took the first one between my thumb and index finger. I rolled the first nipple softly between my fingers and sucked deeply on the second, tonguing it as I felt it swell. Mistress was breathing deeply and pressing my head against her breast. She began to moan as she had when I was massaging her, only, somehow, these moans sounded a little different. She reached down and found my cock and balls, which were still bundled together by the steel ring. She began to stroke my cock, and it responded quickly. When it was hard, she pushed my head away from her breast and ordered, “On you back on the bed, Arch.”

Without bothering to reply, I did as I was told. My cock stood straight up with my balls bound at its base by the ring.

“Roll over on your side with your hands behind your back,” she commanded. When I obeyed, she clipped the ‘D’ rings on my wrist straps together with a snap ring of some kind. “Now, roll onto your back again…palms down…hands under your butt.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

When I did as she told me, she clipped my ankles together in the same manner she had done with my wrists, then she tied my ankles to the foot rail of the bed. Restrained in this manner, I could not have rolled over if I had been ordered to. Again, my cock was pointed straight up. “Now let me feel that hairless body of yours,” she said with a leer. She ran her hands over my chest, my belly, caressing, feeling. She did the same with my legs. When she got to my feet, she ran her fingernails lightly up the soles. My legs jerked involuntarily and I began to laugh. “Ah, your ticklish!” Mistress exclaimed, also laughing. She continued raking the soles of my feet with her nails, which caused me to jerk and squirm wildly and to laugh uncontrollably. Mistress was laughing joyously. Obviously, she was having great fun causing me to thrash around and gasp with laughter, still with a hard cock. Finally, to my great relief, she stopped. While I was still trying to regain my breath, she crawled into the bed and straddled my legs. She immediately reached for my balls. “Let’s see how my phallus and my balls feel without all that nasty hair,” she said as she caressed and squeezed them. “Oh, very nice…so smooth and soft. “Now, let’s see how that hard cock feels inside my hot pussy.” She crawled forward, held my cock firmly, directed it between her pussy lips, and lowered her body down on it.

“Aaaahhh. That feels wonderful to me, Mistress,” I whispered as I tilted my head back and tried to thrust upward and deeper into her.

“Mmmmm. Yes it does, slave. You should feel great appreciation for your Mistress allowing you such pleasure.” She leaned forward and grasped both my nipples between her thumbs and middle fingers, pinching them and digging her fingernails into them. “And how does that feel, my horny slave?”

Without question, it was painful, and I gasped, sucked in a breath, and groaned, “Aaaggghhh,” but the pain only heightened my erotic excitement. “It feels great, Mistress,” I managed to gasp.

“It feels great, does it? Are you a pain slut, Arch?” she asked, pinching and gouging my nipples some more.

“Aaaggghhh,” I moaned, closing my eyes and flexing my head backward.

Mistress began to raise and lower her hips in a slow rhythm, causing my rigid cock to slide smoothly in and out of her hot, wet pussy. All the while she continued pinching my nipples. For a long while she said nothing, continuing to fuck me slowly and listen to me moan. Then she released my nipples and bent forward until her soft breasts, with their hard nipples, were pressed against my chest. She did not let my cock escape from her glorious cunt. She whispered in my ear as she continued to work her hips slowly, “I think you’re a pain slut, Arch. I think pain makes you hot and horny, and I think I’m going to use that to my great advantage as I continue to train you to serve me.”

“Ohh, yes, Mistress,” I whispered in my erotic ecstasy.

“Now, Arch, I’m going to let you cum. You would like to cum, wouldn’t you?”

“Ohh, god, yes, Mistress!”

She raised herself up, putting her hands on my shoulders, and began to fuck me faster and deeper. “Cum inside me, my slave. I know you feel the cum rising from those neatly shaved balls of yours. Cum for your mistress, my horny slave. Cum inside my hot cunt. CUM, Arch, CUM FOR ME!”

I was bucking up and down as much as I could, trying to drive my cock deeper into her. I was aware of nothing but the sensation of my cock driving in and out of her velvet sheath. Every muscle in my abdomen spasmed. “AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH,” I shouted as hot semen exploded from me. “AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH. AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH. AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH.”

Finally, when I stopped cumming, Mistress lifted her hips and slid off my spent cock. She crawled forward until her pussy was directly above my face. It was still open, and it was dripping a mixture of pussy juice and my cum. She brushed it with her hand, getting it wet, then she smeared it on my shaved head. She was laughing. “Good boy, my slave. You were like riding a bucking bronco. Now, it is time to clean me up. Suck your cum out of me and lap up all the pussy juice.” She lowered her wet pussy to my mouth.

As I opened my mouth to extend my tongue, I could taste the sweetness of our secretions. My tongue quickly contacted her hot, swollen clit and it caused her to stiffen and let out a soft moan. She pressed against my lips and I continued to lick that sensitive pleasure spot. I sucked it between my lips and caressed it with my tongue. As she arched her back and flexed her head backward, pushing her pussy against my mouth, she moaned softly, “Oh god…oh yes…oh god, make me cum!” I sucked and tongued her clit faster. I could see her body tensing, her breathing coming faster and deeper, her tits quivering above my eyes. I knew her orgasm was about to explode. I sucked her clit between my teeth and bit it gently. She screamed, “AAAAAHHHHHEEEEE,” and her pelvis jerked forward, ramming her throbbing pussy against my face. “AAAAAHHHHHEEEEE,” she screamed again and a great flood of pussy juice and my own cum gushed over me. She grabbed my ears and held my head as she experienced another orgasmic convulsion. “AAAAAHHHHHEEEEE. AAAAAHHHHHEEEEE,” she screamed. I thought I was going to either suffocate or drown. Finally she began to relax and she released my head, allowing me to breathe. “Oh god, that was incredible, Arch…good boy, my sweet slave, good boy.” She climbed off of me, bent down, and kissed my wet and sticky mouth. Then she removed the bindings from my feet, rolled me onto my side, and released my wrists. Next, she handed me a towel and said, smiling, “You’re a mess, Arch. Clean yourself up.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said. I sat up and wiped and dried my face, then I wiped the cum and pussy juice from my crotch.

While I was doing this, Mistress lay down on the bed beside me. When I was finished, she instructed, “Now, clean me up.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I started toward her crotch with the towel.

“No, slave, not that way. With your tongue, as I told you earlier.”

“Fine, Mistress.” I lay on my belly, put my head between her legs, and began to lick up the remnants of our orgasms.

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