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Mistress Shade's School of Skin

Book One

Chapter One

Nervous, Amber’s knees bounced as she waited in the uncomfortable chair. She was trying to look at anything, anything at all in the office, but her eyes kept returning to the statuesque woman behind the large, metal and glass desk. The woman whose painted red lips were in a constant scowl, and the severe straight cut of her black bangs across her forehead made her alabaster complexion appear almost chalky white. The black satin corset she wore pushed her breasts up high, narrowing her waist significantly, giving her an envy-worthy hourglass figure. The painful looking eight-inch black stilettos made her long legs look even longer and more toned. The black and red diamond accented Victorian lace collar encompassing her neck covered the length of it, flaring up around her jaw and down over her collarbones, making her neck appear more swanlike, giving the menacing woman an almost old world appearance of regality. There was an air of danger and mystery about the woman, and there was no denying the power and confidence that exuded from her pores.

“What did I tell you about staring?”

“Sorry, Ma’am,” Amber mumbled and instantly looked away.

The office was large, lavish compared to what the young woman was accustomed to, slightly intimidating, and it caused a knot to form in her stomach. The walls were covered in black satin wallpaper with a black velvet filigree print on top; the two textures complimented each other, giving the walls a warm yet cold feeling. The furniture was polished metal with black leather cushions; all but the extremely uncomfortable, backless, cushion-less, chair Amber was awkwardly perched on. The floors were un-honed black granite that was hard, unforgiving, and rough. Even the temperature of the room was uninviting: a chilly fifty-five degrees.

After nearly two hours of uncomfortable silence, the woman behind the desk closed the file in front of her then leaned back in her chair and looked at the young woman on the other side of the desk.

“Why do you want to be here, Amber Darling of Old Yorkshire?” Mistress Shade asked pointblank.

Amber looked at her hands resting in her lap. “Ma’am, I do not come from means. I am an only child without a mother, and a father that has nothing but debt for me to inherit... There is nothing for me.”

Shade cocked an overly sculpted black eyebrow, causing it to appear as a darkened checkmark against her pale skin. “I ask again, Amber Darling of Old Yorkshire, why do you want to be here?”

 Amber licked her dry lips. “I have heard rumors,” she whispered. “Those who are like me, that come from nothing, somehow end up in mansions and palaces. They do not get a last name to warrant such a lifestyle, or a marriage contract, but they get something that those like me would never get: security.”

The woman nodded once. “And do you know the price of such security, as you put it?” Shade pressed.

Amber shook her head.

“Really?” she purred seductively, the corners of her glossy red lips pulling up on one side into a demonic smirk. “Surely you have heard something, since you came knocking on my door purely because of unfounded rumors.”

Amber cleared her throat, but didn’t say anything.

There were many rumors that the young girl had heard, but none that she could confirm or deny. That was both terrifying yet enticing to the dormant side of her brain that she never paid much attention to before. Some of those rumors hinted at some of the darkest and most deviant things that were never talked about in public. It was whispered that monetary credits were exchanged for services rendered, and others whispered of auctions where they sold those who signed up to the highest bidder.

What they were sold for?

Amber didn’t know, and none of the various rumors gave much insight into it either, but her imagination painted the sexually deviant picture rather clearly in her head.

“I am waiting,” Shade said, her tone warning.  

“I have heard many things,” Amber reluctantly admitted.

“And those are?”

“Are you really going to make me say them?” she whispered.

“Yes.”

Amber silently cursed to herself for being so stupid and naïve to think that she could ever just simply walk in off the streets, coming from a small, religious, almost fanatical village even, to the city where she knocked on the last door any person of such upbringing should ever knock.

Shade picked up the file and dropped it in the trashcan under her desk; her patience was running out. “Get out,” she snarled. “My time is precious and you have already wasted more than two hours of it.”

“Ma’am?” Amber stammered, looking up at her with wide eyes. “Please... I mean... Dang it. My apologies. I have heard all kinds of things. From taking in those like me-”

“Those like you?” Shade mused; this was the admission she was waiting for.

“Virgins,” Amber mumbled under her breath, her face flushing with embarrassment, and the amused woman across from her purred in delight. “I have heard that you train people like me and then sell them. You do horrible sexual things behind closed doors, and everything you do here will get you a one-way ticket to Hell.”

Shade was greatly amused; the young, innocent virgin had a bit of a hidden tongue on her. “And yet you knocked on my door like a lost little kitten looking for a saucer of milk.”

Amber nodded. “I do not know what else to do,” she admitted. “The congregation would disfellowship me if they discover I was here. They would promptly knock on Father’s door to enlighten him as to where his precious daughter had ventured.”

Shade found the way Amber worded things interesting and it made her curious about the young woman. “And what does your father do?” she asked.

I am going to Hell for this, she silently grumbled.

“Preacher,” Amber said under her breath and, once again, Shade purred in delight.

“The Preacher’s daughter,” Shade said with a demonic chuckle. “Now that is interesting.”

Amber hung her head in shame.

“The doctor confirmed that you are, indeed, a virgin,” Shade continued. “You boast a clean bill of health; have no major scars or blemishes on your body; and are truly as clean as a virginal kitten.”

The blood flushing Amber’s pale face felt as if it was on fire. Never had the young woman disrobed in front of anyone before, let alone a complete stranger, and having to get examined by the unfamiliar doctor was worse than anything she had ever felt before.

That was until the exam got underway.

The feeling of latex glove covered hands and fingers moving over every inch of her body nearly had her running out the door. If it hadn’t been for the pills she took beforehand, she would have done just that. The doctor probed her virginal walls, painfully stretching her open more than she’d ever opened between her legs before, careful to not rupture her hymen. The doctor then fondled her breasts and twisted her nipples while she checked for lumps. But the worst was when the doctor ordered her to get on all fours, and then the stranger proceeded to spread her cheeks, and examined the puckered flesh covering one of her most intimate places before the pressing a finger against Amber’s tight hole, just enough that it caused her to cry out.

It was the worst experience of her young life.

Amber nodded.

Shade folded her long, slender hands together under her chin. “Stand up,” she ordered.

Amber did as she was told, grateful to finally be out of the uncomfortable chair.

Shade eyed the young woman many times. There was nothing remotely alluring about the girl. She was plain in every sense of the meaning. She was neither tall nor short, she was thin and lacked feminine curves, even her breasts were smaller than the Mistress liked, but the innocence in her large, hazel eyes made her give Amber a second look.

“Take your clothes off,” Shade said. “All of them.”

Amber’s eyes shot up and met the vivid green eyes housed in thick, black lashes. “What?” she choked.

“If you believe the rumors to be true, and yet you still knocked on my door, then my request should not surprise you in the least,” Shade said. “However, this time there are no pills in your system to make you more complacent.”

Amber quickly looked away from the intimidating woman.

“I watched the exam and I was pleasantly surprised that you were as composed as you were,” Shade said, “and not once did you voice that you were uncomfortable, or that my lovely doctor was pushing you too far, or that her examination was not exactly textbook and would be frowned upon by the Medical Board. No, you bit your tongue and took it, like a good Sub should, and yet at the same time you appeared to be enjoying it, to an extent. Strip that god-awful dress off or get the fuck out.”

 Amber bit her trembling bottom lip; what choice did she have? If she went back to her village, the others would smell the sin on her and cast her to the wolves before she could assure them that she was untouched. Even if she was able to convince those of the church that she remained pure in God’s eyes, what would happen when her father’s estate wasn’t enough to satisfy his obligations? She would be left with the burden of the debt he’d acquired over the years, and most of the men that he owed money to would collect it in means that Amber had heard rumored to be a standard practice at Mistress Shade’s school.

But then there was the part of Amber which was voicing its opinion for the first time in nearly eighteen-years; it was telling her that Mistress Shade was correct, and that a small part of her actually liked the exam and how powerless she felt through it. However, what she liked even more, was that Mistress Shade had watched the exam through surveillance cameras and she enjoyed and approved of what she saw.

And that prompted the shy, timid young woman to unbutton the front of her Sunday service dress.

The first two buttons she struggled with, her hands shook violently, but by the time she reached the fourth, she was no longer shaking and was feeling strangely confident for the first time in her life.

Once the last button was freed, she slipped the heavy cotton off her shoulders and it piled up on the floor around her ankles. She stepped over it, and folded her hands together in front of her.

“I said all of them,” Shade reminded her in a clipped tone.

Amber quickly nodded, her eyes unmoving from the spot on the floor in front of her, and she stepped out of her shoes then rolled down each knee stocking, adding the discarded items to the pile behind her. She took a deep breath before pulling the thin, cotton camisole over her head, adding it to the pile. When the cold air hit her bare breasts, her nipples instantly hardened, and Amber gasped in surprise.

“I am losing my patience,” Shade hissed, though she was greatly enjoying the show.

Watching young, naïve virgins put themselves in compromising positions and situations always pleased her and caused a pleasant heat to build between her legs.

Amber closed her eyes and hooked her thumbs in the sides of her cotton panties and slowly slid them down over her backside, and down her pale thighs until they, too, were added to the pile of discarded clothing.

 Shade rose to her feet and slowly headed towards the young woman standing in the middle of her office. Her body was even leaner in person then it appeared in the video she enjoyed with some of her best clients. There truly wasn’t a blemish anywhere on the young woman’s skin, and it was surprisingly free of moles and freckles. Blank canvases such as hers begged to be reddened from a lashing, and would fetch a high price at auction... If she made it that far.

“Hands on top of your head,” Shade barked, and Amber jumped, startled, but complied without question.

Slowly, the highly respected in her world Mistress walked around the young woman, her eyes moving over inch of her, appraisingly. With Amber’s lanky arms raised, hands resting on the top of her head, it caused her small breasts to lift, appearing even smaller than they actually were, and her small, pink nipples jutted outward. The chill in the room caused them to instantly harden when the cooled air hit them, and that was exactly what the Mistress wanted to see: involuntary physical reaction was a good selling feature in virgins.

Amber’s waist was very slender, her hips slightly narrower than what was marketable in the market of skin, but Shade knew that it was because she was young and they would fill out more with a higher calorie diet. Her backside, surprisingly, had a slight roundness to it that led to the backs of her thighs and presented the pale, creamy canvas masterfully; it begged to be blemished from a sadistic lashing with a cane. The juncture of her thighs was covered in a downy mound of soft, golden curls that did very little to hide her femininity, and would entice bidders to spend more in order to win the right to bloody the golden curls with their cock when they took her virginity in front of the lower bidders.

Shade stopped in front of Amber and flicked one erect nipple and the young woman cried out in surprise and flinched away from her, but didn’t lower her hands.

“Impressive,” Shade commented under her breath, then flicked the other nipple even harder, getting a gasp from the young woman, but she didn’t flinch away from her that time. “Very impressive,” she purred, pleasantly surprised by the young woman and her natural Sub instincts, but she needed to push the Preacher’s daughter to see just how far she could before the toy broke. “Spread your legs.”

Amber only hesitated for a moment before the cold air washed across her intimate place; the heat emanating from between her legs surprised the young woman and it embarrassed her.

That type of warmth and dampness wasn’t normal in the young woman’s experience.

“Farther,” Shade said, slapping the inside of Amber’s thigh, leaving a nasty red handprint behind.

The hit stung, but Amber complied and spread her legs even more, and the cold air licking at her wet folds caused her knees to shake slightly.

“At this School,” Shade explained, her eyes moving over the young woman appraisingly, “I expect complete discipline. One mistake and you are out. I do not have the time or patience to fuck around with those that want to push back simply because they get a wild hair up their ass and think they are suddenly a Dom. If you sign the contract, you belong to me. I will do what I see fit with you. I will train you how I see fit. Feed you what I see fit. Dress you…or undress you, how I see fit. You will do as I say without question. At the end of the school year, if you are up to my standards, you will be auctioned off to the highest bidder for them to do as they wish with you and to you. You will get twenty-five percent of your final sale price put into an account in your name for you to do as you see fit with, after your Master has deemed you theirs and you have completed the terms of the five-year contract with your Master. You will keep your vaginal and anal virginity while you are here. Auctions can go into the millions for a tight, young virgin who is trained properly. As you have heard, some purchased from the auction block become long term pets and companions, with full allowances given to spend as the pet sees fit,” she mused, sliding her fingers down Amber’s stomach, stopping just above the line where the golden curls started. “You will be checked by the doctor three times a week. If you lose your virginity, you will be out. If, for some unexplainable reason, I deem that you might be worth saving, I will turn you out as entertainment for when clients visit. There is no money, no protection, and no privilege offered if that is what you choose to force me to do. Nod if you understand,” she purred in Amber’s ear.

Amber nodded stiffly, her eyes clenched shut and breathing caught in her throat as she struggled to keep the tears threatening to fall from staining her cheeks.

“Good,” Shade snarled and slid her index finger down the nest of soft curls and Amber gasped, and her eyes snapped open when Shade rubbed over her clit in a vexing manner. “Once you sign the contract, you belong to me,” she hissed in her face. “I cannot iterate that enough. Do you understand?”

There was no room for error in Mistress Shade’s line of business, but a small part of her, a part that only one other creature knew she possessed, was hoping and praying that the young woman would shake her head in un-acceptance of the terms. Yes, the Preacher’s daughter was simply too good of a toy to pass up, and her father being what he was alone would command an additional six figures at auction, but Mistress Shade had something no other in the Skin Market possessed: a conscience.

Amber swallowed the lump in her throat. “Yes,” she whispered.

Shade smiled, but it was forced, then slid her finger between the wet folds and forcefully jabbed upward, minding her angle and depth.

Amber cried out in surprise and her knees violently shook.

“Stay standing,” Shade snarled in her face. “If you cum, you will regret it,” she warned. “There are many large and very eager cocks on the other side of the door that would be more than happy to fuck you mercilessly before I throw you out. I promise you, little girl, they will not be gentle. Oh no. The moment they see the virginal blood staining the insides of your pale thighs and covering their cocks, they will fuck you savagely until you can no longer remember your name and you are nothing more than the Preacher’s broken whore daughter begging for more. Do you understand?”

Mistress Shade hated using such tactics, she wasn’t a sadist in the least and got no gratification from emotionally traumatizing or humiliating others, but she needed to stress the importance of obeying from the beginning. A year was barely enough time to teach young, undisciplined virgins, those without means and that would be headed to government marriage auctions at the age of eighteen, what the world they were willingly signing up for entailed and what was expected of them. From moment they sign the contract they get their first lesson at Mistress Shade’s School of Skin, and the moment they are sold at auction they get their final lesson of the first year.

Not many made it to that final lesson.

With wide eyes and tear-stained cheeks, Amber nodded.

As hard as the young woman tried to hold perfectly still, it was near impossible with the long digit expertly working between her legs, a first for Amber since masturbation was frowned upon by the church. Amber’s legs wildly shook, and the excessive moisture rolling down the insides of her thighs embarrassed the young woman.

“While you are a student here,” Shade continued, thoroughly enjoying tormenting the Preacher’s daughter, “you will only be permitted to be played with in a means that I have deemed fit. Toys will be made specifically for you, each will match up to your depth and width in a wide variety of positions which will keep your handlers from rupturing your hymen and penetrating your rectum. Remember, even if they get carried away, it is your body and your future which hangs in the balance, never forget that,” she hissed, slowing her finger’s assault to an agonizing, vexing rhythm that made Amber whimper. “If you sign on the line, you will no longer be Amber Darling of Old Yorkshire. You will be a nameless pet until I feel as if you are worthy of having a name, one which you will only respond to, and one that will solely belong to me until you are sold and your new Master takes ownership of you and gives you a name. Do you understand?”

Amber nodded. “Yes.”

“What you once knew will be no more. You will no longer be the Preacher’s daughter that daddy’s debtors want to pass between them like a whore,” Shade snarled and jammed a second finger inside her, and Amber’s body tightened around the intrusion, firmly holding it in place. “Very good,” she purred, sliding the additional finger out since the young woman responded exactly how she should have: denying the unwelcomed intrusion. “You will not make eye contact with anyone unless you have been given permission to do so. You will not speak unless spoken to or asked for input, which I assure you will never happen. You will only act when given permission to do so. You will mind your trainers and tutors as if they are me, your Master, because they are my right hand and have been entrusted with my absolute power. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Amber automatically answered.

Shade cocked an eyebrow. “Most impressive indeed,” she murmured to herself, hooking her index finger then pulled upward causing the young woman to cry out in pain-laced pleasure before she removed the digit and wiped it off on the young woman’s chest with a disgusted look on her face.

Tasting would come later, Shade silently mused.

Shade turned on her heels and headed towards her desk. “Come,” she barked out, and Amber was quick to oblige. “Legs apart,” she snarled, well aware that the young woman would do what all virgins would do to attempt to alleviate the arousal they found themselves in: rub their thighs together.

When Amber whimpered, the Mistress smiled inwardly.

Predictable pet.

“Assume the position at the desk while I get the contract,” Shade said, motioning towards the edge of the desk.

Amber stopped and looked confused. “Assume the position, Master?” she reluctantly asked; she hadn’t heard that term before.

Shade started to raise her hand to slap her, but stopped. Someone of such natural Sub behavior truly wouldn’t ask such a thing unless she honestly didn’t know. “Turn and face the desk, place your hands on the glass and bend over.”

Amber nodded and did as asked, feeling even more exposed then before, but the slight thrill that ran through her when Shade purred under her breath, flooded her with a sense of pride she’d never felt before.

Shade grabbed Amber’s wrists and pulled them towards her, causing the young woman to fall forward, and her breasts flattened to the cold glass causing her to shiver. She was pulled across the glass before Shade pinned her hands down. “Spread your legs to the same width,” she ordered.

Amber struggled to spread her short legs that far apart, and she hissed as she stretched farther than she had ever stretched before. She was up on her toes, struggling to hold the position, and her backside was pushed out and cheeks naturally spread wide from the compromising station.

“Head up,” Shade snarled, grabbing a fistful of Amber’s blonde hair and pulled it back, causing the young woman to arch at an awkward angle.

“Yes, Master,” Amber said as she shivered uncontrollably.

“Such natural subservience,” Shade whispered, truly impressed, which didn’t happen often.

Shade sat in her chair and pressed the call button under the ledge of the desk. She looked at the young woman while she waited. The position Amber was in couldn’t have been comfortable, not even to a Sub with years of rigorous training, but the young woman held it without complaint, her entire body shaking as she strained to make her Master happy.

The soft knock at the door pulled her attention and Amber’s eyes widened; an audience wasn’t something she was prepared for.

“Come in,” Shade said, gauging the young woman’s response to the intrusion.

“Mistress,” an older man greeted as he entered and closed the door behind him. He looked at the young woman sprawled out on the desk curiously but didn’t ask.

Amber’s bottom lip quivered, and her legs violently shook, but she never lowered her face or attempted to hide the embarrassment that was reddening it.

“Terms have been reached?” he asked, admiring the way Amber’s short legs violently shook with strain.

Shade nodded. “Yes, Mr. Freely,” she said dismissively. “Five years after one year of completed training with auction rights, transferrable to approved new ownership. Twenty-five percent of contract, and your one percent will come from the house’s take.”

Mr. Freely cocked a bushy, gray eyebrow. “The house?”

“That is what I said,” Shade said in a cold, detached tone that caused the older man to step back.

“Yes, Mistress. My apologies,” he automatically offered. “I will prepare the documents. Is there anything else, Mistress?”

Shade smirked. “No rush. I have a feeling this nameless pet can hold this position for hours.”

Amber whimpered but didn’t say anything.

Understanding washed over the barrister: a natural Sub was a hard thing to find, especially a nearly eighteen-year-old virgin who was a Preacher’s daughter. He nodded and dismissed himself, closing the door behind him.

“I suppose I will tell you what you can expect, since I am obviously feeling very generous this afternoon,” Shade started, folding her long, slender hands together under her chin as she admired the beads of sweat dotting the young woman’s hairline. “You will have a room on the first floor; that is where all nameless pets go. You will be collared like a dog and will sleep in a cage. You will be constantly monitored, cameras are everywhere,” she explained, motioning around the room where cameras were positioned and recording their every move. “You will have no privacy because you belong to me. A camera will watch you shower, use the loo, eat, train, everything. You are not permitted to touch yourself in any sexual manner. Your breasts, nipples, clit, and virginal orifices all belong to me. If you are caught touching yourself, even rubbing your thighs together as a means to alleviate the sexual tension building between them, you will be punished, and I assure you, you will not like the punishment.

“Tomorrow you will be fitted for your new toys. Dr. Marion will put you in some of the most compromising positions you never imagined possible and inject molding material into your body in order to get the perfect fit. Remember, Nameless Pet, your hymen is very important to us. He will then use the molds to make the toys that I see fit for you, which will penetrate you at just the right angle without actually penetrating and stretching you beyond virginal means. Dr. Marion is an artist,” she said with a mischievous smirk. “Believe me when I say that his toys are pieces of art, and their sole purpose is to train and prepare you to give and receive unimaginable pleasure. But I warn you now, you will be lucky to make it to auction with your precious virginity intact. Do you still agree to the terms?” she venomously asked, noting the tears welling in the large hazel eyes burning into hers.

Amber nodded. “Yes, Master,” she stammered.

“You will wear only what you are permitted to wear, which is usually only a collar, metal corsets, and chastity belts. You will belong to no one but me until I say otherwise, thus you will do as I say and not ask questions. Your training will consist of a very precise month to month schedule designed to build your pain tolerance, teach you different techniques and of fetishes that you could be subjected to, and might like, and finally, in your last quarter, if you last that long, you will be paraded in front of potential buyers so they may salivate for your firm, virginal body. Throughout the year, you will learn what it means to put your sexual needs and desires, your release and orgasm, at the very bottom of your list of priorities, and your only concern will be pleasing and pleasuring your Master. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“The training may seem torturous to you since you are pure, untouched and unblemished, but I am confident that you will quickly adjust and find much more pleasure than pain from it. You are a natural Submissive, and that is much more desired in the market: a natural Sub will increase the opening bid. Since you possess natural subservience, your training will be modified compared to the others in your ‘class’ in order to produce the very best Sub that money can buy. Before auction, you will be examined with all potential buyers present so they may inspect the merchandise. You will adhere to your training and the rules of a Sub throughout inspection, at auction, and after auction for the following five years after you are sold. You are a direct reflection of Mistress Shade’s School of Skin. Do you understand?”

Amber nodded. “Yes, Master,” she automatically replied, even though the thought of being examined in public, surrounded by buyers, turned her stomach and terrified her.

For more than an hour, Amber held the strenuous position; her entire body was lathered in sweat and violently shook, tears streamed down her face, and saliva dripped from her chin, but she never lowered her heels to the floor and her head stayed pulled back, putting unimaginable strain on her back and neck.

Mr. Freely knocked before entering with the contract in hand.

“Read it aloud,” Shade ordered when he started to put it down on the desk.

A perverse smirk pulled at the corners of his lips. “Of course, Mistress,” he said and pulled some reading glasses from his inside jacket pocket. He cleared his throat a couple of times before starting.

Everything he read was verbatim to what Shade had already told Amber. There was a lot of legal jargon that the young woman didn’t understand, but a reassuring nod of the head from her Master, made Amber accepting to the terms.

“In closing, if the auction is forfeited due to loss of virginity—vaginal or anal—signee will agree to expulsion from the school, or the alternative: taking the position of entertainment. Said position is defined as being a vessel which any of the guests, clients, potential buyers, and instructors may use as they see fit, against signee’s wishes or not, for as long as they see fit. Signee will relinquish all financial compensation due to them if sold, traded, auctioned in open market, or turned out on the streets for trade. Signee will hold no right, legal or otherwise, to any possessions, gifts, or money bestowed upon them by a lessee. What signee leaves the school with will be what is allowed by Mistress Shade, and only Mistress Shade, unless otherwise noted in contract. Do you agree to the terms as I have read them to you?” he asked, looking at the crying young woman.

Amber started to open her mouth to agree, but promptly closed it and looked to her Master for permission.

Internally, Shade was smiling.

“Speak,” she ordered.

“Yes!” Amber sobbed.

Mr. Freely cleaned off the saliva, tears and sweat from the glass in front of Amber then placed the contract on the desk. He offered her a pen but Amber waited, yet again, for permission.

Shade took the pen then stuck it in Amber’s mouth and forced the contract under her. “Sign,” she snarled.

Amber lowered her head and signed as well as she could with her mouth along the dotted line.

When the pen fell from her mouth, Mr. Freely quickly took it and the contract then hurried from the room.

Shade looked at the crying young woman amusingly. “You now belong to me,” she hissed.

Chapter Two

The large bedroom was plush and regal with velvet chairs, a large four-poster bed, fluffy black and teal bedding, antique furniture, plush area rugs covered the hardwood floors, and black curtains framed the bricked-over windows along the far wall. The cold, stone walls were covered in dark teal, satin wallpaper with a large, damask pattern in raised black velvet that darkened the spacious room, making it homey. The ceiling was covered in black leather panels that gave a masculine texture to the feminine Victorian Gothic décor. Evenly spaced around the room were delicate, hand blown glass sconces that softly illuminated the room in warm golden light. The room appeared as it if fell out of the Victorian era, but the monitors consuming the wall across from the bed pulled it into the modern world regardless of the old world laws governing the world outside the protective walls of the school.

Shade was stretched out across a velvet, teal chaise at the foot of the bed, her eyes fixed on the wall of monitors. Her long, slender index finger tapping against her pouting bottom lip as she watched the video feeds in silence.

“Are the rumors true?” Gabriel asked as he entered the room from the hidden doorway behind the offset bookcases on the west wall.

“And what rumors would those be?” Shade asked, uninterested, never taking her eyes off the pale face on the largest monitor in the middle.

Gabriel kissed the top of her head before tossing his briefcase on one of the chairs next to the bed. “That you have found a new pet, one which warrants the house covering Freely’s fee if the virgin makes it to auction. Is that her?” he asked, looking at the monitors. “She’s rather plain looking,” he sneered under his breath, eying the sleeping girl.

“You were once considered rather plain looking to some as well,” Shade retorted.

Gabriel’s top lip snarled slightly before he regained his composure. “Did you start her training already?” he asked instead of pressing the point; he wasn’t plain looking in the least and they both knew it.

The young girl was curled up in a ball, naked, sleeping on the floor of a cage without a blanket.

Shade shook her head. “By her own accord she remained nude, neatly folding her clothing before depositing them in the trash. The bed in her room was offered to her but she declined and chose the cage on the floor. Marion offered her a blanket and pillow but she declined, stating she had not earned them yet.”

Gabriel looked at Shade curiously; that wasn’t normal, not for a virgin from a small fanatical village. “That is concerning,” he commented.

Shade nodded. “To say the least. There is something different about her,” she admitted. “How did it go? I am assuming that you bring good news since you have that annoying grin on your face,” she said even though she hadn’t looked at him.

Gabriel’s icy green-gray eyes sparkled in the dim light. “Good would be putting it mildly. We renewed six contracts and I was able to acquire ten more: six for level one training with option to upgrade to level two and three advance training, and four requesting trained virgins.”

Shade nodded. “I will have the team prepare dossiers on each.”

“But of course,” he said, slipping out of his suit jacket.

“How did it go in the East?” she asked, causing his face to drop.

Gabriel looked to his hands; the scars on his knuckles had nearly healed completely, but there was enough scabbing remaining that Shade noticed, hence why she asked. “Neutralized with extreme prejudice,” he eventually said. “Haas and Aikido will no longer be a problem.”

“Evidentiary proof obtained?” Shade asked, seemingly uninterested.

“Verbal confirmation of the allegations was gotten,” Gabriel admitted in a quiet tone.

“Your gut?” Shade pressed, well aware of what he was not saying.

“Complete containment and liquidation of inventory, the accounts have been left untouched, and customer database was copied and the original destroyed,” he said; his job wasn’t completed yet. The scrubbed database would be uploaded into their systems and each client would be blacklisted.

She nodded. “Inventory?”

“Only Sadists that were of no use. Nearly thirty recently acquired, only five were worth giving a second look. Of the five, four are mindless Masochists with relatively unblemished canvases and potential for entertainment for visiting Sadists. They are underweight from mishandling, but nothing a regulated diet can’t fix. The other,” he paused to choose his words carefully, “virgin minded, male, not one that would qualify for auction, however a certain Psychologist would greatly enjoy him and fixing his dysfunctions. It would be a means to be even-”

“I was unaware that I was indebted to the good Doctor of the mind,” Shade retorted, her tone level but he clearly heard the warning in it.

Gabriel nodded his understanding. “The five are in segregation and await your approval or dismissal. As always, I will take care of it when word is given.”

She nodded. “Or course.”

“What is your fascination with that one?” he asked, stepping out of his dress shoes, motioning towards the monitors with his chin.

“She’s a natural Sub,” Shade explained and used the remote to pull up the video from earlier in the afternoon. “She held that position for over an hour,” she said, motioning towards the monitor.

“You don’t say?” he said, doubtfully. A virgin, especially one that wasn’t trained and had no physical signs of being subjected to such means of corporal punishment, would be hard pressed to hold such a position for any amount of time. Even a trained Sub wouldn’t last more than two hours.

“She is too natural,” Shade commented to herself.

Gabriel nodded his understanding; his workload would never be lessened, especially with another ‘school year’ about to start.

Since the ‘Federation’ took over North America in 2030, turning it into a super power, in-turn forcing other nations across the world to do much the same, nothing was as it appeared. The separation of Church and State was no more, and those with the biggest bank accounts and heaviest bibles controlled the government. What was once deemed taboo, and was only spoken of behind closed doors and done in the bedroom, was now outlawed and deemed a criminal offense, one punishable by death in most cases. Gays and lesbians, transgender and bisexuals, were rounded up across what was now called New America and put in ‘reconditioning’ camps where ‘specialists’ would torture them straight.

Most died in the process.

Marriages were arranged and dictated by pedigree and bank accounts, and those that couldn’t afford the government arrangement fees were left to fend for themselves and were rounded up like strays and sold in government-supported auctions of flesh. It was considered natural selection by those that dictated the selection. It was a means of population control that usually resulted in more bodies than long, loving marriages. With the Church controlling the government, thus controlling the people, a single spouse was all that any person could have. No mistresses, no divorces, and no remarrying when widowed.

Needless to say, it led to many long and boring nights.

Masturbation was outlawed by the Church. And because of the one spouse and no masturbation law, many congregations embraced their own interpretations of what the bible and church says about marriage and would pass unwed women who had no prospects around the congregation instead of handing them over at eighteen as the law demanded.

It truly was hard to find virgins in the new world.

Sex was something that was never spoken of, and anything depicting nudity, sexual acts, or anything considered brazen, was destroyed. Countless works of art that once hung in museums and galleries around the world were burned in the streets, statues were destroyed, film archives were set ablaze, and libraries were stripped of everything that promoted freewill, free-thinking, creativeness, and anything that could be misconstrued as sexual deviancy: books on photography, human anatomy, art, poetry, and anything noting the decades of free speech and love. The multibillion-dollar porn industry disappeared overnight, and anyone in the possession of videos, pictures, artwork, stories, or any other paraphernalia were imprisoned before a public execution.  

But as with everything that is against the rules and a violation of God, the Skin Market went far underground where those wielding the power of the bible and government couldn’t reach it, and all those who dared venture that deep in an attempt to cleanse the world of the sins of the Skin Market were never seen again.

It was there, where a young woman sold into sexual slavery in the form of a government forced marriage decided that she was going to fill the void in New America, and embrace pure, raw, unadulterated sexuality, but only to those who could afford it.

And after a chance meeting, Mistress Shade’s School of Skin was started.

To anyone looking from the outside, it would appear as nothing more than a boarding school for delinquents. Very few entered the doors, and those that did, usually took up residency there until they were sold or auctioned off. But unlike most houses of sex, Mistress Shade’s school was about freedom and the very core beliefs of the world of BDSM. There was no forcing anything upon anyone. You wanted to be there or you didn’t. You wanted to sell your virginity to the highest bidder or you didn’t. You enjoyed being spanked, paddled, sexually tormented, fucked and sucked, passed around like a whore, or you didn’t.

As with all houses of skin, the menu at Mistress Shade’s school catered to every fetish, dark desire, appetite, and deviancy. However, unlike other organizations in the dark skin market, those with access to Mistress Shade’s establishment never boast of their membership to others traversing the dark market of skin. The reputation of the school was highly regarded in the Skin Market, but only those who could afford the annual membership fee, could pass extensive background checks, and that received the personal approval of Mistress Shade, were permitted to speak of it and only in approved company.

Thus, when a natural Sub suddenly shows up on Mistress Shade’s doorstep speaking of whispers and rumors, it was potentially dangerous for everyone involved.

Gabriel moaned then adjusted himself. “It is beautiful,” he murmured, admiring the unrestricted view of Amber’s spread backside from the cameras which were recording from the back of the room. “She’s clenching and releasing to match each labored breath she takes.”

Shade nodded. “It was very difficult to keep from tasting her,” she admitted.

Gabriel smirked and took the remote from Shade and she cocked an eyebrow. “Permission to taste you while you watch that young, plain virgin on the screen struggle to hold that position and to keep from climaxing?” he suggested, his voice deep and fully saturated with unmet sexual longing.

Shade’s painted red lips twisted into a contemplative pout as she eyed him.

There was no denying that her prize pet was a delicious specimen of a man. He was educated, well spoken, had a pain tolerance that was admirable and flaunt-worthy, and was a natural Sub. Physically he was exactly what Mistress Shade never knew she desired until she had him: tall, broad shoulders, defined body, long waist with abs that were masterfully chiseled, creamy olive complexion, light green-gray eyes, dark brown hair that he kept short, angular features which were true to his partial European heritage, sharp tapered almond shaped eyes and wider, fuller lips which were true to his partial Asian heritage, long, thick cock and heavy balls that were cleanly shaven, round muscular backside, and tight anus. He was skilled like no other pet she had ever played with before when it came to effortlessly fulfilling her sexual desires, and he knew better than to be so blatantly demanding.

“You ask permission to do something that you are seemingly going to do with or without my consent. You must be drunk,” she scoffed, trying to keep from smiling.

Gabriel smirked. “Not drunk, just happy to see my Master again. It has been two agonizingly long months since I have had the honor of tasting my Master, thus I apologize for being overly eager to, once again, bring her to the edge of sexual release, again and again, until I can no longer take it and hurt with the swelling desire she effortlessly causes within me.”

Shade knew he was going to say that; the man was nothing if not predictable when it came to his arguments when a flogging was in order for his temporarily forgotten training.

“As sound as your reasoning is, as always, you need to be punished for your indiscretion,” she informed him and a smile filled his face.

Gabriel quickly stripped out of his clothes while the amused woman watched; that was one of the things she liked most about her prize pet: punishments were even better than rewards in his mind.

Once naked, wearing only a thin, polished platinum ring around his neck, he stood at attention as her eyes moved over his body. Shade knew it like no other—every freckle, scar, mole, ticklish spot, where to kiss to turn him on, where to bite to cause him to lose control, the size of his balls, each throbbing vein running the length of his impressive cock, the salty sweet taste of his cum—and she’d never admit it to him or anyone, but she did, in fact, miss him.

“Typically I would say a flogging would suffice,” Shade said and his face lit up, “but you truly were naughty. To the bureau and grab,” she purred, stroking her chin, “the black, two inch, vibrating plug.”

His eyes narrowed and smile fell.

Shade purred in perverse pleasure. “Yes, you truly were naughty.”

Gabriel nodded and headed towards the tall gilded mirror on the wall. He ran his fingers along the side and released the hidden lock. When he pulled the mirror open, a light clicked on, illuminating the treasures within the hidden, built in bureau behind it. He slid open the drawer that housed the butt plugs and grabbed the largest in the collection, making a face before closing the mirror, locking it.

“That is a good little boy,” Shade purred as she got to her feet.

Gabriel sulked across the room and climbed up on the bed, then handed her the barbaric instrument of anal torture before getting on all fours in the middle of the large bed and waited. “Master,” he said in a clipped tone.

Shade turned around and slipped out of her skirt in front of him, bending in half at the waist in the process, teasingly presenting her backside to him.

“Yes, Master,” he said with a smile; pleasure and pain are one in the same to a Sub, especially Subs with high pain tolerances like Gabriel.

She slowly strolled around the bed then climbed up behind him and rubbed her free hand over one of his firm cheeks before turning to the other. A chill raced down her spine—she truly was an ass woman—before she slapped the left cheek and immediately repeated with the right, leaving a red handprint on each side.

Gabriel hissed in pleasure, trying to keep from begging for another.

“Tell me something, my pet, when was the last time you partook in ass-play?” she teasingly asked, admiring the large, black plug in her hand.

“Six months, Master,” he reluctantly admitted.

“Ooh, it will be like the first time all over again,” she purred.

“Yes, Master,” he dryly agreed, earning another hard slap on each cheek.

Shade pulled the large plug up his spine and across his shoulder. She stretched out the length of his back, enjoying the feel of her corset-covered breasts against his strong, warm form, and then teasingly nipped at his earlobe. “Since you were such a good little business bitch, I will give you the option,” she whispered in his ear before pulling the tip of her tongue along the helix of his ear before moaning, “of spit or dry.”

He growled under his breath.

“Ooh, dry?” she mused, playfully smacking it against his lips. “I never took you for a Masochist.”

Gabriel opened his mouth.

“That is a good boy,” Shade purred and slid the massive plug into his mouth.

Teasingly she pulled it in and out of his mouth, stretching it farther than it normally would need to. She caressed the fingers on her free hand up and down his natal cleft, teasingly applying more and more pressure against his tight anus with each pass, and his body shook with anticipation.

“You will not cum,” Shade informed him before sucking his earlobe between her teeth and softly bit.

He moaned in response.

“You will not touch your cock,” she purred. “In fact, you will have no release at all. Do you understand?” She pulled the plug from his mouth and admired the long tendrils of salvia that dripped from it and his lips.

“Yes, Master,” Gabriel automatically replied.

“Good,” she said and pressed the slick plug against his tight anus and he hissed when she applied more pressure, causing the tight ring to stretch.

Shade turned her attention to the wall of monitors and admired the way the light was reflecting off the beads of sweat rolling down Amber’s back before each traveled between her spread cheeks and over the tight, dark pink circle of puckered flesh between them. From the angle of that particular camera, it showed everything: the satiny blonde curls that barely covered her sex to just below her anus, and her straining legs and the newly discovered muscles struggling to keep her in that position.

“It is simply beautiful,” she whispered.

Gabriel was looking at the same thing she was, trying to separate himself from the pain and lust ripping through him.

“Yes, Master,” he agreed. “She will make a profitable pet if she makes it through training.”

Shade smirked. “Yes, yes she would and I know she will,” she agreed then shoved the plug the rest of the way in without finesse or warning, and Gabriel hissed, bracing himself against the soft mattress. “Next time I suggest you do not be so bold as to make offers of pleasure without permission,” she said and pushed on the plug to make sure it was firmly in place.

“Yes, Master,” he replied with a growl.

Shade crawled around him on her knees then positioned herself in front of him, facing the wall of monitors, and bent over, sticking her backside in the air. She picked up the remote control to the plug, turned it on low and it gently started to vibrate, sending a wave of pleasure racing through Gabriel’s body and right to his hardened cock. “You promised pleasure, so deliver,” she said, lowering her chest to the bed, folding her arms in front of her, resting her chin on them, and continued to watch the young woman squirming and straining on the wall of monitors in front of them.

Gabriel didn’t wait to be told twice and slid his hands up Shade’s thighs to her backside, and squeezed the slightly firm mounds of pale flesh before pulling them apart and softly blew.

A chill ran down Shade’s spine and she hissed in surprise, and that was the sign he was waiting for.

He pulled his tongue up the length of her intergluteal cleft before pulling her firm cheeks apart. Teasingly he swirled the tip of his tongue around her tightened, dark rose tinted ring, and Shade softly moaned. As his tongue repeatedly caressed and pushed against the unrelenting puckered flesh, his callused fingertips rubbed her clit.

Shade turned the vibrating plug up another level and Gabriel’s body shook slightly, fighting the pleasure the intrusive instrument of anal torture was bringing him.

In response, he rubbed her clit even harder, causing the nub to swell and harden under his expert touch. Shade’s hips started to rock slightly, matching the clench and release, almost as if it were a pulsing heartbeat, between the spread cheeks of the young woman sprawled out on the desk on the monitors. Gabriel smirked before he pinched her clit and in response, her backside slammed back into his face, forcing his tongue into her tight anus.

Irritated that he was apparently trying to rush her, Shade turned the vibrator up even more and his body tightened around the foreign object painfully stretching him from behind, and he once again struggled to separate himself from the pleasure the vibrating apparatus was bringing him.

Gabriel pulled Shade’s knees farther apart then rolled to his back, sliding under her, and pulled Shade over him and he immediately went to work. His lips and tongue recommitted her passion-moistened depths to memory: each fold, the hardness of her engorged clit, the taste, texture, and smell, the warmth radiating from her, and the sense of contentment and happiness that consumes him when her ambrosial honey flowed down his throat. His large hands gripped onto her hips, purposely leaving bruises that warranted a flogging for later, and he rocked her back and forth, pulling her down even harder against his unrelenting mouth.

Shade continued to watch the monitors, looking for something, anything, that would tell her of the young woman’s true intentions. More than once she pulled herself back from the edge of sexual release—she was no novice when it came to controlling her body and climax—and rode Gabriel’s talented tongue for nearly an hour before he slipped a finger inside her warm sheath and aggressively slammed his thick digit into her over and over while alternating between licking her anus and slick opening.

“You are simply evil,” Shade moaned when he inserted a second finger, and she started bouncing up and down, riding his knuckles

“Mphmmm,” he agreed, causing her to smirk.

“Two can play that game, my pet,” she warned and turned the vibrating plug up to high and his body jerked. She sat up more before bending backwards, using his body as she walked herself backwards, before latching her mouth around his distended cock. Only Gabriel was long enough, and Shade bendable enough, to do sixty-nine in that painfully awkward position—he on his back with her straddling his face, she bent up and over his torso, back arched painfully high, her mouth firmly sheathing his cock inside it as she pushed up and down off his hips to raise and lower herself, sliding his cock in and out of her throat in the process—and it was that position which earned her prized pet the envy of bidders and guests alike.

Gabriel Moreau-Chang went from mercenary to Sub, business partner to choice pet in Mistress Shade’s eyes. Due to his history, he was ineligible to go to auction, but that didn’t stop the Mistress from staking claim to him herself: she was a fair businesswoman and refused to force others to abide by her rules if she herself wasn’t prepared to do so. When she did, the declaration had to be public since more than one person, male and female alike, had expressed interest in making an offer on him. During their raw, aggressive battle of sexual wills—he was hell bent on making her cum as many times as possible, and she wanted to prove to him that she owned him—they found themselves in the Negated Bridge as it was coined by the audience who watched their consummation in aroused awe.

Shade’s body violently shook and she lost control—Gabriel wins again—and he choked on the rush of warm, heavenly ambrosia suddenly flooding his mouth. Her knees painfully squeezed his head as she violently bucked against his unyielding tongue. When she regained some of her senses, she pulled her mouth away from his cock. “You do not play fair,” she pouted then teasingly licked the tip of his bobbing cock. “You truly need to be punished,” she commented, sliding her hand between his legs and pushed on the end of the plug, shoving it into him even more, the base the only thing stopping its further insertion. In return, he sucked her clit between his front teeth and softly bit. She cried out in pain and arched even higher, pushing herself up with her arms but he wouldn’t release the delicate bud of nerves. “Fuck!” she hissed and he smirked.

“Cum,” she hissed before aggressively taking his cock into her mouth and sucked hard, effortlessly taking it to the base.

Gabriel smiled internally and nibbled on her hardened clit, causing Shade to suck even harder, more painfully, as she took his long, thick cock. Her throat held him tight, like a virginal sheath on their wedding night, grazing his sensitive flesh with her front teeth to inflict some pain with the pleasure. As much as Gabriel wanted to continue their battle of sexual wills, he couldn’t deny the orgasm the tight throat holding his cock effortlessly caused, and he lost the battle and released his seed within her.

One hand knotted in her hair, something that would earn him another a flogging, and he raised his hips repeatedly, slamming thrusts of climatic pleasure down her tight throat, taking partial control, making the Master the Sub for just a moment; another flogging would result from it, but it had been far too long since he had her and he lost temporary control.

Shade allowed him to fuck her throat while she repeatedly pushed on the plug, shoving it farther with each push, indubitably causing him discomfort and pain, and twisted his balls with the other hand, but the pain would be nothing compared to the caning she’d give him later because he forgot his role. She had missed him, his talented tongue and delicious cock, but she missed his company more than anything; something that she wasn’t entirely comfortable with still.

When Gabriel’s thrusts slowed, and his seed no longer coated her throat, his cock started to soften slightly, and Shade sucked hard as she pulled away. When the impressive member was freed from her mouth, it slowly, teasingly bobbed up and down.

“You have obviously been away for far too long,” Shade commented, erecting herself and looked down at him.

Gabriel pulled his tongue up one slick fold before repeating with the other, cleaning her with his tongue. “Uh huh,” he agreed and proceeded to lick the insides of her thighs clean, savoring the sweet, tart taste of her sexual release.

“Flogging and a caning,” she informed him.

“Uh huh,” he agreed, again.

Shade shook her head. “You are truly incorrigible,” she informed him and he smiled before softly kissing the inside of each thigh. She leaned back, bracing herself against the mattress, and pulled her legs over her head, doing a backbend to her feet then stood over him. “Why do I bother?” she rhetorically asked, looking down at the smug man stretched out on the bed.

“I ask myself that every day, Master,” Gabriel said with a wink.

She sighed and shook her head. “I am a glutton for punishment,” she mumbled and flopped down on her side of the bed and he sat up and joined her.

“May I take this damn thing out?” he asked, reaching behind him.

Shade smirked and shook her head.

“Damn it,” he grumbled.

“That is what you get for being naughty,” she said and turned her back to him, pulling her long hair over one shoulder and he took his time unlacing her corset. “I swear whomever trained you needs a flogging.”

Gabriel chuckled and tenderly kissed the nape of her neck as he caressed the backs of his fingers up her now exposed spine. “Master, you would beat someone bloody, and not in a sexually arousing way either, if they tried to flog you.”

Contently she sighed. “True, but you still lack manners.”

He pulled the corset away and carefully folded it and placed it on the nightstand. “I am still young,” he informed her, caressing the sides of her breasts now that they had been freed from the restrictive garment.

Shade shook her head, enjoying the feel of his calloused fingers against her sensitive skin. “You are thirty-six, that is not young.”

“Yet I don’t look a day over twenty-six,” he countered.

“And do not act a day over twelve,” she retorted.

“Sometimes,” he admitted, cupping her small breasts. “You were in it for much too long,” he commented, tenderly massaging the indentions in her skin from the garment. “Whomever laced you needs to be flogged. It was much too tight for a corset that still requires seasoning,” he scolded.

She nodded. “I will take it under advisement.”

“Did you subject yourself to such painful restriction simply so I would caress each indention away?” he asked, suspicious.

Shade smirked. “I truly hate how well you know me,” she commented. “Come to bed.”

Gabriel nodded and pulled the covers back and she crawled under them before he joined her.   He stretched out on his back, struggling to ignore the searing from the intrusive plug that was stretching him beyond human limits.

Shade turned the monitors off then turned down the dial on the wall next to her nightstand. The lights dimmed, softly illuminating the dark room in ambient light. She made herself comfortable, snuggling against Gabriel’s strong form, and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. “We shall discuss your flogging and caning tomorrow after we go over the contracts.”

Gabriel kissed the top of her head, his large hand caressing her back, massaging the indentions from her skin still. “Shh, no more work talk. Let’s simply cuddle and enjoy the warmth of each other’s embrace. I don’t know about you, but I have missed it every night since the last time I had the honor and privilege of holding you.” His fingertips caressed over the faint pink scars on her back. He knew each better than his own, and as with every time he caressed them, he wished he could massage each that blemish on her skin away as he could the indentions from her corsets.

Content, Shade sighed and rested her head on his chest, and listened to his steady heartbeat. “Me, too,” she whispered before the soft beat of his heart lulled her to sleep.

Chapter Three

The dining hall was filled with new students talking and laughing. Out of the twenty-four, only a handful would be lucky to make it to the auction block. Each student wore clothing and no collars, all but the Natural. Amber sat naked, feet shoulder width apart, hands folded together in her lap, eyes trained on the raised platform ignoring the teasing young women around her and the ogling young men trying for her attention. The second year students would join the others later, at the moment they were preparing each new student’s room and cage.

The sound of stilettos clicking against the polished floor echoed throughout the dining room and effectively silenced those gathered.

Mistress Shade walked down the aisle between the rows of chairs with the other Masters and Mistresses in tow. Up a small set of stairs they went before taking their appointed seats on the raised stage. A few of the Masters and Mistresses had others standing behind their chairs, their Pets, but they were dressed and carried themselves with a sense of importance and dressed in nice clothes, much like those they belong to.

The vivid green eyes of the Mistress moved over the room before they settled on the Natural.

“Look to the left,” she said, her voice carrying throughout the room.

The students did as she asked.

“Look to the right.”

Again, they followed her command.

“Those you see around you will most likely not make it to the auction block,” Mistress Shade said. “Of a class this size, three to five is all that makes it through the first year with their virginity intact. In our business, there is no room for compromises, expectations, or mistakes. You each have signed a contract that gives you over to me. You belong to me. I will do what I see fit with each of you. I will treat you how I see fit. I am not your mother. I am not your sister or friend. I am your Master. What I say is law, the only law you will know and follow. Those behind me,” she said, stepping forward to the edge of the stage, “are an extension of my hand. These Mistresses and Masters are the best in the industry. They are poets, scholars, doctors of the body and of the mind, artisans, and teachers. In both worlds, they are highly regarded, and that is why I can command the prices in which I do for your virginities.

“The world you are about to embark on is one that requires a higher level of understanding, propriety, and respect. The relationship between Master and Submissive is a delicate one, but it is one of respect between Dom and Sub. You all will be trained as a Sub in preparation for your new Master. You are not being trained as Slaves. Level one training, which each of you will be receiving, does not dabble in sadomasochism. Some of you may have, or discover throughout your training, a sadism side. That is something to discuss with Master Hu when it is your time to sit with the doctor,” Shade explained, motioning towards the older, Asian man that stood and offered a small bow before he sat back down.

“Those that have seen or been in the dark market of skin before finding themselves on my doorstep have a very warped sense of what it is you are to become. A Submissive and Dominate have a partnership built on trust, a relationship that far exceeds that of married unions, and are on a mutual level of sexual understanding and exploration,” Shade continued. “A Submissive has limits, something that is established with their Master. They obey and serve by choosing to do so, thus the Sub retains their freewill. A Submissive accepts submission, they long for it, and they retain rights within the established boundaries of their Dom and Sub relationship. You are owned by your Master, but retain the most basic of human rights. Your Master understands that your submission is merely a step away from the state of ultimate slave subservience. A Submissive has self-respect, know the a role they are playing, and take insurmountable pleasure in pleasing their Master, thus their Master will please or thank them in return,” she explained, her words soft and melodic, her features were soft, eyes kind, and it appeared as if she truly cared for each of them.

“Our world is now yours,” Shade continued, looking over the wide-eyed virgins. “You hold the position that each of those behind their Master does,” she said, motioning towards those standing behind the instructors on the stage. “In our world you are their equal… If you make it through training,” she said, curtly, her expression hardening. “Each of you stand!” she ordered.

The group of young people got to their feet.

“See Nameless Pet,” Shade sneered, motioning towards the naked young woman. “That is how you all should be standing! You have not earned the right to wear clothing. You have not earned the right to stand so slovenly when in the presence of true Masters. You are children looking for a better life, one that you will only find with my assistance, thus you will obey me to the letter. You have thirty-seconds to strip naked or you will be turned out on the streets after Master Roman, a very talented and disturbing Sadist, rips your cunt then your asshole up with his rather impressive cock in front of all of us. I assure you, he will not stop because you beg, cry and plead for him to, and the blood he spills from taking your precious virginity will only make him that much hornier. The last Pet that disobeyed me was made an example of, and they are now a mindless slave for any Master that pleases to impale her on their cock. Twenty-nine… Twenty-eight…” she started counting aloud.

The young people quickly shed their clothing, kicking them aside then looked to Amber and mirrored her position.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Master Roman complained.

Shade shook her head. “With a group this large I am confident your cock will find more than one moist cunt to impale in an attempt to detach their uterus before the end of the school year,” she said, reclaiming her seat on the stage.

“It better,” he grumbled under his breath.

Gabriel placed his hand on Shade’s shoulder, the one closest to Roman.

Roman’s amber eyes met the icy green-gray eyes of the man standing over them. “Mind your pet, Mistress,” he warned under his breath.

Shade merely shrugged, not at all concerned with the potential bloodshed that could ensue at any moment.

The Sadist did not care of Gabriel in the least, especially since Gabriel was a pet that had unlimited control of the business side of the school and Mistress Shade’s confidence in each of his actions and decisions.

Gabriel continued to stare down the Sadist, not fearful of him in the least as many of the others were.

Eventually Roman growled under his breath and looked away from him, returning his attention to the students.

Shade patted the hand on her shoulder, assuring him all was well and that retiring the Sadist wasn’t necessary, yet.

“Yes, Master,” Gabriel said under his breath and lowered his hand. His attention remained on those sitting upon the stage within reaching distance of his Master instead of the students.

With the clap of her hands, the second year students, the sophomores, hurried out from the back hallway and gathered all of the discard clothing and shoes then hurried from the room to dispose of them.

Master Wilhelm stood and looked the group over. “The first three months, or quarter, of your training will focus primarily on anatomy and education. You will have one on one sessions with the resident psychologist. Weekly checkups by the onsite physician, and will be subjected to accelerated scholastic learning. Since the Federation has greatly hindered the availability of higher education to those of the lower classes, you will be put in accelerated schooling to compensate. Each pet must know, fluently, no less than two additional languages and be able to read and write in them as well. Proper English will be stressed, as well as a higher understanding of mathematics and politics. Those that make it to auction can find themselves in the homes of some of the most respected political and religious figures in the world. Those that can afford the exorbitant cost to purchase another human can only do so by climbing the highest of social and economic ladders. What you see, hear, experience, and bear witness to in this world will never leave your lips. Everything you see, you did not see. Every whispered word and career-ending secret, you never heard. Those that fill your orifices for their pleasure, you were mistaken to such lewd actions. None of it happened,” he reiterated.

“Second semester will focus your training on self-exploration and the gratification of others,” Wilhelm continued. “You will learn sexual positions, what they entail, how to execute them, and how to get out of them,” he added the latter with a smirk. “The second semester is where half of you will fail. The longing to play with your toys, to take your self-exploration to a higher level, results in expulsion and throwing you the Sadists.”

Roman smirked.

“Third semester,” Wilhelm continued, “is where things will get very enjoyable. An in-depth exploration and understanding of sexual fetishism will take your final six-months. Beginning ligotage, shibari, predicament bondage, role-playing, exploration of sexuality, and self-bondage,” he said. “Mistress Li will teach you the joys of flagellation: how to deliver the pain as well as receive it.”

Mistress Li smiled and wiggled her fingers at the wide-eyed audience.

“The fourth and final semester, if you are still enrolled, you will be subjected to humiliation training in order to engrain in your mind your role. Not all Masters have a sadistic side; however, in our experience when around others of matching sexual deviancy, they tend to have a pack mentality. You will be better than that; we will train you to be more than your Masters are capable of being. In the final three months, you will be used as furniture, entertainment of the non-penetration variety, and paraded in front of potential bidders between lessons. Are there any questions?” he asked, and returned to his seat, ignoring the raised hands from the audience.

Mistress Shade clapped her hands, causing the raised hands to lower.

The other pets standing behind the Masters and Mistresses, all but Gabriel, left the stage and exited the room. What would be considered the sophomores and juniors entered the dining hall from the exits carrying long tables and set them down then removed the chairs from the room. When they returned, they were carrying benches and placed them under each table. The chosen pets returned with a long table and they brought it to the stage then hoisted it up and positioned it in front of their Masters. Additional chairs were added for a select few, and the others were dismissed for breakfast in their own quarters.

The freshman watched in awe as the seemingly choreographed tasks were carried out around them, each upper classman moving in sync and almost robotic in nature. In the outside world, you didn’t see things like that, especially those from outskirt villages and landlocked countries of yellow and darker skin tones. There was a reason for the display, as insignificant as those from the outside would comment it was, and it was to show the freshmen that the world they were about to be immersed in was different from the one they were accustomed to. In Mistress Shade’s world, there was refinement, for those that could afford it, and eloquence.

The other side of that world of eloquence was darkness fueled by those without conscience.

Mistress Shade stepped away from the table and Gabriel obediently followed. “While the others tend to the room and prepare your breakfast, you will be collared since you are my property. Only your Master is permitted to collar you. It is my collar you wear,” she reiterated.

Gabriel took the heavy, wooden box from the end of the stage and stood behind Shade, waiting for her to finish the collaring ceremony. The three-inch wide, black leather collar had two buckles in the back that locked, and three steel d-rings were held in place by riveted fasteners for attaching leads. They were purposely large, heavy, and uncomfortable, but they were for training purposes and not comfort. It was considered rude to attempt to adjust them, tug on, or complain of their fit.

One by one, Shade motioned a nameless pet to stand before her. She pulled a heavy leather and steel collar from the box and fitted it around the pet’s neck. “You belong to me,” she said and they nodded before hurrying to the back of the room.

Most tugged on the collars, they weren’t comfortable for first time wearers, and if their Master felt the need to make a point, she would address each disrespectful tug with a cane across the backside or breasts.

“Nameless Pet,” Mistress Shade called out, beckoning Amber, the last of the students, forward.

“Master,” Amber said with a nod of submission, her eyes trained on the ground, hands behind her back and feet shoulder width apart.

Her eyes moved over the young woman many times, appraisingly. Dismissively she waved Gabriel away.

He nodded and closed the box then headed from the room with the remaining collars.

“Nameless Pet, why were you naked before the others?” she asked, loudly.

Amber continued to stand there.

“Speak!”

“I have not earned clothing, Master,” she automatically replied.

Mistress Shade nodded. “That is correct. Where did you sleep, Nameless Pet?”

“In an unadorned cage, where an unworthy Pet belongs, Master,” she said.

“Very good,” Mistress Shade said. “All of you will follow this Nameless Pet’s lead. For without being told to do so, she has embraced what is expected of her as a Submissive. There are cages in each of your rooms, and yet none of you asked why. Those cages are where you will sleep from this point forward. The beds in your rooms are merely props, reminders of what you are not worthy of sleeping in yet. What you have is what I have permitted you to have. You will be given everything you need while here, while enrolled and actively pursuing the auction block, never question that.”

Gabriel returned with a smaller wooden box in hand and opened it.

Mistress Shade nodded then took the collar from the box. “Those that prove themselves worthy of my attention, of my accolades, will be rewarded accordingly,” she said then secured the smaller, softer leather, collar around Amber’s neck and secured the back, lock-free buckle. The nearly two-inch wide lamb-hide, brained leather collar had a single heavy O-ring in the center. The edges of the collar were rounded so they didn’t rub or cut into the skin, and the inside was treated so it was softened compared to the exterior.

“Thank you, Master,” Amber humbly said with a nod.

She motioned for her to join the others. “The faster you learn your roles, the more you take your lessons to heart, make an attempt and effort, embrace the services you are being graciously provided, the greater the reward.” She turned on her heels and headed towards the other Masters and Mistresses and Gabriel followed.

The thirty-six additional training contract Subs entered with plates filled with food in hand. They placed one in front of each of those on the stage before repeating with the freshmen. Very few plates were the same; heavier students needed to cut their caloric intake in order to reshape their bodies into something that would appeal to more buyers, others had plates loaded with food in order to add weight, those like Amber, and the rest had standard meals to match their sex, age, and weight in comparison to estimated calories that would be burned before lunch. It was a very delicate balance, one that had been perfected over the years by the resident doctor and dietitian.

“I am questioning your sanity for taking on this many undisciplined virgins,” Mistress Li said under her breath as Gabriel pushed Shade’s chair in for her before taking the seat next to her.

“We have taken on more than this before,” Shade reminded her.

“Oh yes, because that ended so well,” Li said. “Remind everyone again, what was your little Pet’s body count from cleaning up that debacle?”

Gabriel shook his head, and Shade simply shrugged; very few had the nerve and right to speak so brazenly to Mistress Shade, but Mistress Li was one of the few exceptions for reasons that were only known to the two Mistresses.

“Only a third, if we are lucky, will make it to the six-month mark,” Wilhelm commented under his breath, making notes on the dossier provided on each student.

Through trial and error, they discovered that scare tactics worked better than the truth. Over the years, their success rate had more than tripled, earning Mistress Shade’s school the solid reputation that it has in their world.

“Only because you are lenient,” Li said.

A smirk pulled at the corners of Wilhelm’s wide lips. “Patient, not lenient,” he corrected.

Li glared at him.

“They do say that patience is a virtue,” Shade commented to defuse the situation.

“My patience is running out,” Li hissed.

“It is only the first day,” Hu commented.

“Don’t remind me,” Li grumbled, stabbing at her breakfast.

Gabriel looked around, appraising the group of undisciplined men and women, hiding his irritation over his Master’s preferential treatment of the Nameless Pet with her sudden adore. The collar Amber wore was reserved for those entertainment pets that Mistress Shade restricted who had the honor to play with them. Only those she entertained for longer than a passing moment wore that particular collar, and it disturbed him now that another wears it.

Each of those sitting at the front table had a dossier next to them. Their eyes moved over the dining hall, gaining crucial information by simply observing. They each took notes on what stood out to them, taking down notes and jotting down suggestions for correction training.

“Your newest pet appears to lack an appetite,” Gabriel commented under his breath, absently jotting down a note about the loud young woman in the third row that he suggested would benefit from a very large ball gag.

Shade quickly peeked at the notes that she could see and compared them to her own; nothing was noted on Amber.

The young woman sat with her hands folded together in her lap, the food in front of her was untouched, feet spread shoulder width apart, feet flat on the stone floor, back ramrod straight, head held high but eyes diverted to the tabletop.

“Not at all,” Shade said with a smirk and stood. “Nameless Pet,” she called out loudly, silencing the room.

Amber nodded. “Master,” she said in a monotone voice, drawing the attention of everyone in the dining hall.

“You may eat and drink,” Shade said then sat down.

“Thank you, Master,” Amber automatically replied, then picked up her fork and cut into the omelet on her plate.

“A Natural Sub,” Shade commented under her breath, writing out a note on her dossier.

Gabriel nodded. “Understood, I’ll take care of it.”

“With tact,” she added.

“Of course, Master,” he said with a nod and made a note next to the picture of Amber in his dossier.

Releasing on Kindle Dec 15, 2015