their slave girl.
‘Remy, would you like to become a novice? To be trained to be a true slave? You have potential. We are pleased.’
I nodded and then, feeling I should speak, managed to say, ‘Yes, mistress, yes please.’ I hoped my yearning wasn’t too palpable, too obvious, but I couldn’t help it.
‘You were born to this, weren’t you, slut?’ The older man spoke. Even as I blushed at his directness, I nodded again. He was right. He was so very right. I was born to this. I felt more at ease, at peace than I could ever remember feeling. And over it, on top of the peace, was a furious excitement. I was starting a new adventure. Something I had never planned for but, somewhere secretly inside of me, I had always been waiting for.
I struggled to focus on Dr Wellington’s next words. ‘You must swear never to reveal our existence to anyone outside of the Corps, unless you are given direct permission to recruit. You must promise to obey all the rules of our organisation as long as you are a member. If you accept temporary membership, you will be assigned a guide, who will explain all the rules and duties of a novice. Once everything is explained to you, and if you agree to abide by the terms and regulations, you will be inducted into the Slave Corps.’
She stood and walked over to me. When she was so close her clad breasts almost brushed my bare ones, she said, ‘This Corps is not only a chance to serve, a chance to explore your own sexual submissiveness. It is also a gateway to a very powerful community that has influence in all levels of military and civilian life throughout this country and beyond. You are being offered a gift of membership. Never betray that gift, Remy, and the Corps will never betray you. That much I can promise. Do you accept?’
Feeling pride mixing with fear of the unknown, I decided to follow my instinct.
‘Yes, mistress. I accept.’
Wellington smiled at me. ‘You’re a natural, Remy. Welcome to the Corps.’
Chapter Six
Captain Rather
W hen I got back to the barracks, lights were out and only the moon illuminated the sleeping forms of the girls in their bunks. Quietly I stripped off my uniform, automatically folding it neatly and placing it in my footlocker. Slipping on the undershirt I should have been wearing underneath, and a pair of white cotton panties, I tiptoed to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
The moon was splashing a pale, white light through the bathroom windows. I was almost done, just drying my face, when a sound behind me startled me. I turned and there was Amelia, smiling quizzically at me.
‘Welcome home, Remy,’ she said. I knew she wouldn’t tell on me for being out after lights-out. But she seemed to want something.
‘Oh, hi, Amelia. I’m sorry. Did I wake you?’
‘Not at all. I’ve been waiting for you.’
‘What?’ I looked at her sharply.
‘I’m your guide.’
No words came to me at that moment. I just gawked at her. Amelia was my guide? The one to introduce me into the Slave Corps? Dumpy, quiet, little unassuming Amelia was my guide? She smiled at me and I hope I smiled back.
‘Get some rest now, Remy. We’ll talk tomorrow. You’ve been reassigned to SC — Special Calisthenics — starting first thing tomorrow. I’ll show you where to report. Again, welcome, and good night.’
Amelia stepped away, hidden now by the shadows of the darkening room. The moon was setting as she climbed into her bunk and settled down to sleep. I stood there a moment longer, my mind reeling with this latest bit of information. The initials SC. Of course. Special Calisthenics: Slave Corps. How convenient.
I was grinning as I climbed into my own bed. Life was certainly getting interesting!
* * *
In the morning as I dressed for PT, Amelia handed me a slip of paper. ‘Your new orders, as promised,’ she said, her face giving nothing away. I nodded and took the piece of paper. It wasn’t unusual to get assigned to different training units.
‘Remy, would you like to become a novice? To be trained to be a true slave? You have potential. We are pleased.’
I nodded and then, feeling I should speak, managed to say, ‘Yes, mistress, yes please.’ I hoped my yearning wasn’t too palpable, too obvious, but I couldn’t help it.
‘You were born to this, weren’t you, slut?’ The older man spoke. Even as I blushed at his directness, I nodded again. He was right. He was so very right. I was born to this. I felt more at ease, at peace than I could ever remember feeling. And over it, on top of the peace, was a furious excitement. I was starting a new adventure. Something I had never planned for but, somewhere secretly inside of me, I had always been waiting for.
I struggled to focus on Dr Wellington’s next words. ‘You must swear never to reveal our existence to anyone outside of the Corps, unless you are given direct permission to recruit. You must promise to obey all the rules of our organisation as long as you are a member. If you accept temporary membership, you will be assigned a guide, who will explain all the rules and duties of a novice. Once everything is explained to you, and if you agree to abide by the terms and regulations, you will be inducted into the Slave Corps.’
She stood and walked over to me. When she was so close her clad breasts almost brushed my bare ones, she said, ‘This Corps is not only a chance to serve, a chance to explore your own sexual submissiveness. It is also a gateway to a very powerful community that has influence in all levels of military and civilian life throughout this country and beyond. You are being offered a gift of membership. Never betray that gift, Remy, and the Corps will never betray you. That much I can promise. Do you accept?’
Feeling pride mixing with fear of the unknown, I decided to follow my instinct.
‘Yes, mistress. I accept.’
Wellington smiled at me. ‘You’re a natural, Remy. Welcome to the Corps.’
Chapter Six
Captain Rather
W hen I got back to the barracks, lights were out and only the moon illuminated the sleeping forms of the girls in their bunks. Quietly I stripped off my uniform, automatically folding it neatly and placing it in my footlocker. Slipping on the undershirt I should have been wearing underneath, and a pair of white cotton panties, I tiptoed to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
The moon was splashing a pale, white light through the bathroom windows. I was almost done, just drying my face, when a sound behind me startled me. I turned and there was Amelia, smiling quizzically at me.
‘Welcome home, Remy,’ she said. I knew she wouldn’t tell on me for being out after lights-out. But she seemed to want something.
‘Oh, hi, Amelia. I’m sorry. Did I wake you?’
‘Not at all. I’ve been waiting for you.’
‘What?’ I looked at her sharply.
‘I’m your guide.’
No words came to me at that moment. I just gawked at her. Amelia was my guide? The one to introduce me into the Slave Corps? Dumpy, quiet, little unassuming Amelia was my guide? She smiled at me and I hope I smiled back.
‘Get some rest now, Remy. We’ll talk tomorrow. You’ve been reassigned to SC — Special Calisthenics — starting first thing tomorrow. I’ll show you where to report. Again, welcome, and good night.’
Amelia stepped away, hidden now by the shadows of the darkening room. The moon was setting as she climbed into her bunk and settled down to sleep. I stood there a moment longer, my mind reeling with this latest bit of information. The initials SC. Of course. Special Calisthenics: Slave Corps. How convenient.
I was grinning as I climbed into my own bed. Life was certainly getting interesting!
* * *
In the morning as I dressed for PT, Amelia handed me a slip of paper. ‘Your new orders, as promised,’ she said, her face giving nothing away. I nodded and took the piece of paper. It wasn’t unusual to get assigned to different training units.
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