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  With her hands drifting down towards his penis, Jenny asked, “Who’s that then?”

  “That is Miss Jemma Dawson and Miss Amoke Edo. Jemma is to be Deputy Headmistress at Lower Mash, your boss in effect.”

  “She’s very beautiful,” Jenny remarked as she came around to stand in front of him. He pushed his chair back and pushed her to her knees so she knelt in front of him.

  “She may want to punish you. How do you feel about that?”

  Jenny gently took his prick in one hand and began to stroke it. “Looks like it could be fun.”

  He put his hand on her head and guided her over the end of his rapidly hardening prick. He felt her resist him and tipped her head back to look in her eyes. “I would be surprised if Mistress Marion did not train you in the oral arts Miss Smart.”

  Jennifer’s eyes dropped as she replied. “Yes Sir, lots of training Sir.”

  In the first two months of leaving High Heath and being given into the care of Marion Martins, Jenifer had occasionally been called to spend a weekend at her tall town house, in the basement of which she had a dungeon for her male slaves. These men turned up on a Friday night and were kept in bondage until Sunday night when they left, presumably to return to their wives, families, and their careers for the week.

  She dressed Jennifer up in a PVC French Maid’s uniform and she had to serve drinks to her S&M friends. These friends brought their own slaves along, mostly male, and at the end of the party, having been tortured for most of it, the slaves got their reward which consisted of Jennifer handing out hand jobs and a blow job to the slave judged to have been the best behaved.

  When Jennifer balked at this demeaning and humiliating exercise she was told that she should remember that she had no citizen rights and would be back at High Heath the next day and start her sentence all over again.

  She was left with little choice. At the first of these many weekends over the next year, Jenny did as she was told, wanked off three male slaves, they were all middle aged men, and sucked off the, ‘winner’. One of which was an overweight man who Jenny later recognised as the local mayor.

  Once the winner had ejaculated into her mouth she had to go round and show the spunk on her tongue to each of the three Doms, before being allowed to swallow it. Then all three Doms would punish her for some spurious reason.

  There were many wild moments in the next year. She was allowed to whip the male slaves at one party, at another she was fucked by every slave, one by one. At that orgy she came so many times she was so exhausted by the end her Mistress locked her in a cage for the night, so she could sleep it off.

  Then there was Stud; he was the property of Madam Rosa. He was a tall muscular black man, Jenny never saw his face once in the many times he fucked her in front of the assembled Dominatrices, he always wore a full face mask with holes for his eyes, mouth and nose.

  But he had the biggest penis Jenny had ever seen and was trained not to come until his Mistress told him he could. The first time he took her he just went on and on, his Mistress pounding his backside with a belt until Jenny was gasping for breath. When he did come he roared his orgasm to the world and collapsed on top of her, Jenny was so sore she could hardly walk, but she was always pleased to see Madam Rosa walk into a party with Stud on a lead, crawling beside her.

  The Headmaster shook her head slightly. “So show what a good cock sucker you are then Miss Smart.”

  Naked and kneeling between a man’s legs about to fellate him, the new Matron of Lower Marsh Academy flushed red as the old feelings of that first year after High Heath came flooding back. Mistress Marion had totally subsumed her will. After six months she did anything she was ordered to do without thinking, gave herself to men she would never look at twice, sat at her Mistress’s feet awaiting her orders, fucked men and women for her and her friends’ entertainment.

  She was shocked by how much she missed it when, after a year, Mistress Marion took on a new girl. She was jealous of her as she watched her being fucked by Stud at one of the last parties she attended. The parties and punishments tailed off over time and Jenny reasserted herself as a dominant personality.

  But now here she was under someone else’s control and getting sexually excited again. She had found something she never knew she missed. She put out her tongue and began to lick her way from his balls to the tip and then, arching her neck, she took him inside her mouth and down to the back of her throat until she began to gag.

  Easing back and forth, her lips keeping up the pressure on his penis, her tongue flicking the end gently, Jenny fucked his prick with her mouth. As he began to twitch and his hands tightened his grip on her head she prepared to receive his load into her mouth.

  Once he had come she leant back on her heels and opened her mouth to show him that she hadn’t swallowed any of his spunk without his permission.

  “That’s a good girl, Jennifer,” he praised her. “Marion said that once you accepted a submissive roll; you were very good at it.” He used his thumb to close her mouth and tipped her head back and watched her throat constrict as she swallowed his come. He pulled her up and sat her on his lap; three of his fingers buried themselves deep into her wet pussy and began to slowly masturbate her. Whilst deeply French kissing the man who dominated her so fully Jenny sighed as she came again.

  She took his three glistening fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. Putting her head on his shoulder, she felt contented as he stroked her thigh. This new job was going to be incredible.

  She sat up as Yolanda entered the office and began to work on Jemma. “Is Yolanda still there, I thought she would have finished her sentence ages ago.”

  “She should have but she turned out to be the most total masochist I have ever met. She comes at the drop of a hat, and always wants punishment. She has absolutely no interest in punishing other people at all. She’s a lot safer at High Heath than on the outside.”

  He stood up and held Jenny’s almost naked body in front of him. “Now, shall I get dressed and find a hotel room for the night, or what?”

  “No, please stay the night Sir.”

  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Your sentence is finished; you make your own choices now.” He caressed her cheek with his hand as he spoke.

  She smiled. “I would like you to stay Sir. It’s been a while since a man stayed over.” She lowered her head and then looked up at him. “I have some things to confess anyway.”

  He put on his stern look. “Do you young lady, maybe we should get out some of the toys Mistress Marion gave you and have a, ‘chat’ about your behaviour.”

  She came into his arms and kissed him. “I think I need a bath first Sir. Care to join me?”

  He did and they spent a pleasant half hour or so washing each other, and then, while she was still warm from the bath, he took her across his lap and spanked her until she was glowing. A session with the paddle followed while Jenny ‘confessed’ anything she could think of.

  Finally he threw her onto the bed, lifted her legs high and fucked her hard, banging up against her already sore backside.

  Jennifer Smart fell asleep in the Headmaster’s arms, content in the knowledge that she was about to start a new life that was never going to be boring.

  The next morning he handed her an employment contract and told her to read it and return it to him on Friday when she reported to High Heath.

  After breakfast he left to meet Rajah and interview Belinda Smith. No rest for the wicked as his mother would say.

  By lunch time he was in Honiton and at Rajah Singh’s offices. Rajah was a parole officer, a practicing solicitor and magistrate. He took his charges into his office as assistants and as time passed they moved up the ladder to running the office when he was away, teaching them responsibility. Belinda still had a year to go on her sentence so she was now in charge of h
is office.

  He had the top floor of a small office block, which he shared with other solicitors. When he got out of the lift he went to the reception desk where the latest ex-ward put into Rajah’s care sat.

  Abigail Knight had left High Heath six months ago having served her time for an internet auction site scam she ran. She put up non-existent articles for sale and then after the punter had paid she shut down her contact and opened up another one with the auction site and did the same thing again.

  She was just eighteen when convicted; she thought that she had had a brilliant, original idea. She soon found out that this had been tried ever since the first auction site had gone on line. Her IP address was soon traced; it led back to a public library computer, and a watch was put on it. As soon as she tried to rejoin the site to pull a third scam she was arrested, tried and convicted and sent to High Heath. She was a quiet girl who avoided the more serious punishments in her time, and was sent to Rajah for the rest of her sentence.

  As she looked up her thin, but pretty face went white as she saw the Headmaster standing in front of her. “Sir...Headmaster, Sir,” she stammered.

  He held the silence for a moment. “Miss Knight, you have been behaving yourself I hope?”

  Abigail gulped, she felt she had been transported back six months and was standing in front of his desk knowing that a painful and humiliating punishment was coming her way.

  “Yes Sir...Honestly Sir, I haven’t done anything wrong.” Her heart was beating like a drum. What had Mr. Singh told him? She couldn’t go back to High Heath, she just couldn’t.

  “Yes I have seen Mr. Singh’s reports. He says you have been very co-operative, keep that attitude up and I’m sure I won’t see you again.” He smiled at her discomfort. “Now I have an appointment to see Mr. Singh, if you could tell him I am here.”

  Abigail let out a puff of air; she had been holding her breath without even knowing it. “Yes Sir, straight away Sir.”

  He watched her as she hurried towards the largest office. She was wearing a printed, colourful blouse a knee length skirt, what were probably white stocking and high heels. All Rajahs’ girls wore the same uniform; he had told him that he based it on the tutors at the Academy. The uniform served to inform the girls that they were still under the control of the state.

  Abigail returned, her face flushed. “Mr. Singh will see you now, Sir.”

  Still smiling the Headmaster entered Rajah’s office and took his hand in greeting.

  “Alan, how are you? Nice to see you again.” Rajah gestured to a chair and he sat down.

  They exchanged small talk for a while before the Headmaster got down to business.

  “I had lunch with Marion Martins yesterday and I asked her if she knew what the Ministry of Justice was up to. She said she had heard rumours that they have set up a special detention area in the centre of London for dissidents and trouble makers.” He paused and Rajah nodded.

  “My source at the Ministry tells me that they are calling it the Minister’s Knocking Shop. Only young dissident women are picked for this new facility and the rumour is that they are being trained to be obedient sex slaves.”

  “‘Trained to be sex slaves? We both know you can’t force someone who really doesn’t want to be slave to become one. It never works.”

  “That’s what I said, but apparently the new improved technique of brain washing now makes it a possibility.”

  The Headmaster leant back in his chair and took in this latest information. If the government had now fine tuned the brain washing they did after conviction, it opened up a lot of possibilities for abuse of the judicial system. He wondered how much Orin and Mary knew about this.

  “How high does this go? Do you think the Prime Minister knows about it?”

  Rajah shrugged. “You know what a control freak that man is, I doubt there is anything going on in government he doesn’t know about. Do you still have your insurance policies?”

  “In many safe places, I will use them if I have to. Be careful what you commit to emails as well. I have no doubt that they are being monitored.”

  “Undoubtedly,” Rajah replied, “I came in one morning to find some unexpected maintenance going on. When I checked I found I had been bugged.” He picked up a gaudy looking gonk that sat on his desk. “This is a scrambler; made for me by a friend, let me know if you want one.”

  “I will do. Let’s talk about Belinda Smith.”

  “Ah yes, you want to take away my office manager.”

  “I just want to offer her a job. I’m helping to staff the new academy, Lower Marsh.”

  “I heard that the redoubtable Helen got the gig. I already feel sorry for the wards sent there. But it will leave me without an office manager.”

  The Headmaster spread his hands. “I’m sure you’re already thinking who is going to replace her. But I need to know if she can be dominant enough to handle the wards.”

  “But submissive enough to be fun for Helen?”

  “Can’t fill a place like Lower Marsh with dominatrices. Somebody has to be in charge; can you see anybody ordering Helen about?”

  Rajah closed his eyes for a moment. “Nope! Can’t bring that image to mind. Well Liberty Slalom is due for a review this afternoon and Lindy is going to handle that. If you like the way she handles that then you can interview her afterwards.”

  Liberty Slalom, there was a girl with a lying problem. A dark skinned girl with a solid well toned body; she had spent two years pretending to be an African Princess who was waiting to come into a large inheritance. She seduced several older men into giving her money and then left them high and dry. A change of name and she repeated her crime almost the next week.

  It was made easier by the fact that she was a very beautiful girl, black silky skin, high cheek bones, large expressive eyes ,an ability to act and quite prepared to make an old man’s dreams come true. The Headmaster personally felt that these stupid men got exactly what they deserved, but she was caught in a police sting, convicted and sent to High Heath where he had a duty to help her stop lying.

  Even the authorities were not sure if Liberty Slalom was even her birth name, she knew how to cover her tracks. After a couple of months of having her punishments doubled for various silly lies, she settled down and served out her time. She had been with Rajah now for almost two years and had been co-operative.

  “So how has she been behaving?”

  “Liberty, now there was a challenge. Sad to say she was spinning me a story as soon as I picked her up from High Heath. I let her build it up for a few days, terrible childhood, sexually abused, had to do what she did because a vicious boyfriend forced her, and so on. I just nodded and said, ‘how sad, poor girl’, let her ‘seduce’; me, she’s a really good fuck I’ll give her that, and then played the recordings she made under hypnosis.

  “I spent the whole weekend, spanking, strapping, paddling that shapely backside of hers, until she was a quivering mess. I brought her here on the Monday to start as a filing clerk and within two days she was telling Lindy and Marsha, Marsha was running the office then, exactly the same lies she had told me.

  “I confronted her again and she of course denied everything, said Marsha and Lindy hated her and had it in for her. I played the office CCTV tapes and she finally began to realise that she couldn’t go through life making things up.

  “I had Marsha and Lindy punish her, that’s when Lindy realised that she could enjoy punishing as well as being punished, and then I put her under total control for six months. At work she was subject to discipline from anybody in the office, I gave the girls complete discretion with over the knee spankings and paddlings, I handed out the strappings and canings in front of the other two and some selected clients.

  “She spent every evening and weekend with either me or one of the girls. Totally dominated twenty four
seven, after six months I allowed her to get her own place and she has become a model employee. Now she wants to go to university and read law, I may well sponsor her.”

  “So you think she’s past the lying stage now?”

  Rajah shrugged. “I hope so, but she is highly intelligent and could still be pulling the wool over my eyes. Time will tell if she prospers or ends up back at High Heath. She has a boyfriend now, and he punishes her occasionally, so she’s definitely more controllable. I hope she keeps her nose clean, I could do with a junior partner at this place, we’re always busy.”

  “And Miss Knight?”

  “She’s a doll. We’ve been monitoring her computer use and she hasn’t been anywhere near an auction site. She accepts all her punishments from Lindy, Liberty and me without argument. I could say I wish they were all like that, but that wouldn’t be any fun would it?”

  The Headmaster laughed and they left for lunch. When they returned Rajah led him to a small room with two seats and a two-way window in one wall. The light came on in the adjacent room and Liberty and Belinda entered. Belinda sat down and Liberty stood at the other end of the table her hands behind her back and looking straight ahead.

  Belinda pushed a button on the table and the Headmaster saw four red lights blink on in each corner of the room indicating that a camera in each corner had been activated. “This is the 34th monthly review of Liberty Slalom, Belinda Smith reviewing.”

  “I like to give it an official air and record everything that goes on,” Rajah whispered. “Some of the stuff that Marsha got up to would be worth a fortune on the black market. After the review is over Lindy will type up a report and it will go to the Ministry, well the bare facts will at least.”

  “You give your office manager full rein?”

  “They have their limits. Lindy likes to overstep occasionally so I will punish her for going too far.”

  Belinda had begun to list Liberty’s faults. “You have been late twice this month, Liberty. I thought Mr Singh had already discussed this with you.”