Pt. 02: Reinforcement

Part 2

Reinforcement

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The text message was short and to the point. Her training would begin on Tuesday 3rd September. An address was given and a time, 7.30 pm. It was the first communication she’d had from Oakham since signing the contract nearly two weeks before. Kate had even begun to wonder if the phone was working or if there had been some other problem of which she was unaware. But at last, the instruction had arrived and it put her mind at rest, satisfying her longing to begin the adventure. The lack of detail surprised her but maybe it wasn’t considered necessary to give a slave any more information: what she had was all she needed to be able to do as she was told.

Richard felt unsure of whether he was expected to accompany Kate or not.

“Perhaps you should go alone to show your commitment, arriving unaccompanied proves that you’ve gone willingly, with no pressure.”

“I’ve shown that already by signing their contract. I think having you there shows that you’re supporting me. Besides, I wouldn’t mind a bit of moral support. I’m a bit apprehensive about it you know.”

Her response pleased him, of course he wanted to go with her, he was desperate to see what would happened, but it should be her decision. He wanted it to be her choice to include him rather feel an intruder.

What does one wear for a training session? Richard helped her pick out a dark grey business suit with a white blouse, and underneath, matching white lacy bra and panties. Grey hold-ups looked better than stockings as the skirt was a snug fit and would show the lumps of a suspender belt. Black heels completed the outfit. Kate decided on discrete make-up to give a formal look without being too heavy and looking brazen.

Unsure of the parking situation, Kate and Richard decided to take a taxi to the address they were given. The property turned out to be a four storey terraced house located in the South West area of London.

They climbed the four steps to the front door and rang the bell. The fact that a lady answered the door, for some reason surprised them both. Her dark, glossy, shoulder length hair contrasted with her red lipstick. Dressed in a grey polo neck top, black knee length skirt, dark tan hose and grey shoes, she looked smart but informal. The outfit gave away nothing about her status.

“Mr. Adams?” she enquired.

“Yes, hello this-” Richard was cut off before he could complete his sentence.

“Please come in,” she said, standing to one side. Kate noted that she had not been spoken to, or even had her presence acknowledged.

“If you’ll please wait here for a moment, I’ll tell The Colonel you’re here.”

She walked down the wide passageway, knocked on the door at the far end and entered, closing the door behind her.

“A colonel,” Richard whispered, “only the best for you.”

“Shh… they might hear you.”

Richard and Kate surveyed the surroundings. The tastefully decorated entrance hall gave access to rooms on either side of the front door, Stairs rose to the left of the passageway. The walls were adorned with prints and photographs most of which seemed to have a military theme. The only items of furniture were a single dark oak, ladder-back chair and a large hall-stand with mirror, shelves and umbrella stands on either side. The stands only contained a variety of walking sticks and an umbrella Kate noted, no crops…canes…

The lady who saw them in returned and once again spoke to Richard.

“The Colonel will see you now, if you’d like to come through.” She stood to one side, allowing them to pass, then closed the door behind them, remaining outside.

The large room was decorated in a traditional manner, in keeping with the period of the house. The furnishings were expensive looking with leather sofas and chairs, oak bookcases and an oak desk, behind which sat a distinguished looking gentleman perhaps in his early sixties, who they assumed to be The Colonel. As they entered he rose from his chair and shook hands with Richard.

“Mr. Adams pleased to meet you. Colonel Alistair Mason.” The well-spoken deep voice complimented the firm grip of his handshake.

“Hello, Richard Adams, and this is my wife, Catherine.” Kate wondered if he would acknowledge her or act in the same way as the lady had done only a few minutes before.

“Of course it is, and I’m pleased to meet you too Catherine, your profile picture doesn’t do you justice my dear.” He shook her hand.

“Please, do both take a seat,” indicating the two chairs in front of the desk. “Well, as you must be aware, I’ve been given the very agreeable task of training this beautiful lady in readiness for her to perform the duties which will be expected of her.” The matter of fact way it was put made it sound as though she was there to have piano lessons or learn a foreign language rather than the very different program they both knew she was to face.

“Let me tell you a little of my background and why I’ve been hired for the task. I spent 23 years in the army, and upon retiring had reached the rank of colonel. My last duties in the army saw me responsible for the well-being, discipline and training of officer recruits. This basic training, often called ‘Boot Camp’ prepared them for all elements of service; physical, mental and emotional. Just what new recruits to Oakham need, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, of course,” Kate responded.

“Basic training for those officers was a tough experience, just as yours will be, but one which they greatly valued in their future career. Of course you won’t thank me at the time, far from it, but you’ll benefit from the physical and mental preparation later on.” Turning to face Richard, he continued. “Training the married ones is my favourite, Richard, I enjoy turning them into compliant and willing subjects–for their husbands as well as the members. I think you’ll also learn a lot along the way, although of course, things won’t be nearly as difficult for you.”

Looking back to Kate he addressed her directly.

“The training my recruits received was as much mental as physical; they weren’t able to take control of men until they could control themselves and had the self-discipline to command. The same will apply to you Catherine. From now on you’ll not prompt any sexual activity. If other people wish to use your body for those purposes then that’s their choice, not yours. This includes, of course, masturbation. You will refrain, and if you default you’ll report the incident to me at once. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

Kate knew she was going to find that rule very hard to follow.

“Do either of you have any questions on what you’ve heard so far?”

“No, that all seems clear to me.” Kate replied.

“How long do you envisage her training to last Colonel Mason?”

“Oh not long, perhaps two to three weeks with three sessions a week, she looks like a fast learner, and hungry for it. She will of course be sent back for refresher courses now and again.”

Kate wondered what she would have to do during the sessions; she thought that she already knew how to have sex. The Colonel continued with his dialogue.

“The training you’ll undergo will involve a lot of humiliation and embarrassment often combined with fear; more, I have to say, for the enjoyment of your superiors than for your benefit. If you’re not committed to this and fail to obey any instructions then you’ll be faced with punishment and of course pain. To get the most from your training you’ll have to learn to trust. This will be your most comforting tool. You’ll need that trust when you’re told to do something which you consider to be dirty or offensive and at odds with your current moral views. You’ll need to learn to obey regardless of such thoughts, in the knowledge that others have your safety and protection firmly in mind. You’ll need to trust me, Richard, and anybody else taking a role in your improvement. Do you trust me?”

“I don’t know Sir,” replied Kate honestly, “I don’t know you well enough.”

“If ordered, would you go out into the street now, naked?”

“I’d try to carry out the order, but I don’t know if I could go through with it. I want to obey and do as I’m told, but I’ll only know if I’m able to when the time comes.”

“Very well put Catherine. Graham said you were a thinker, and likely to take some breaking from your present moral values. But don’t worry, we have the means to make that happen.”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” There it was again, she’d used the word ‘Sir’ without being told, it just seemed natural.

“You see, what’s required from you is to obey orders without thinking about the consequences of carrying them out, however embarrassing and humiliating they might be.”

“Yes Sir, I’m determined to follow orders during my training.”

“Good. During your training, and your life as a slave, you’ll be given rules which must be obeyed. These rules will cover the way you behave, the way you conduct yourself, how you dress and so on. You’ll learn the rules and comply with them whether they seem pointless to you or not. A rule may have no other purpose than to make you obey it.”

Kate could envisage no problem with obeying the rules but with this man’s military background she wondered how menial and pointless they may become.

The Colonel continued. “At Oakham, as in society in general, when the rules are broken there are sanctions and punishments which follow. The fact that you’re conforming and obeying the rules will be constantly monitored, with any infractions dealt with accordingly. Minor irregularities may require nothing more than stern words; other deviations may require severe punishment. Of course a serious offence could mean expulsion–the ultimate punishment.”

Kate considered the implications of that. Given the choice would she choose a severe whipping over expulsion? Of course she would.

“Catherine, you’ve done a very brave thing here. To be an obedient submissive, these rules and challenges are essential, without them you would not reach the level of control and submission you crave. A group member using you in a sexual manner will not satisfy your need to be controlled, it’s just having sex. Voluntarily turning up and giving yourself to be used is the submissive act, not lying back and being taken. So to ignore the rules, or even worse–breaking them–and attempting to cover up your disobedience by lying is not only cheating your controllers but cheating yourself, and what would be the point in doing that. You were told earlier that masturbation is prohibited; you may think that I’ll never know if you’ve broken that rule. When I ask if you’ve broken it, believe me I will know if you’re lying.” Kate knew that one was definitely going to be difficult.