Slave's Indoctrination Diary - 8

February 10th

I was surprised to be awakened by Master Robert this morning. I hadn't seen him since my first day out of the cell. I wanted to ask him where he had been, but he was silent like all the guards. Silence was also expected of me.

I suppose it's just a job for them. A secret, and likely profitable job, but there was nothing stopping them from leaving the compound for a weekend and going for dinner and a movie. Although, to be fair, they will be at this compound longer than me. It's their life for years. And it's not like they can move on from this. How do you put this on your resume?

Service Worker Trainer. Utilized mental and physical training techniques to ensure participants become dedicated servants who are able to fulfill all needs demanded of them by their employers. LOL

I can't explain why, but I was feeling boisterous this morning. I would have sung to myself if they didn't expect me to be silent. I was convinced, without any reason, that I was getting sold today.

If nothing else, my whipping was now 3 days ago. My body had heeled and I was feeling refreshed.

There was no new arrivals at the showers this morning. It makes me wonder how many girls are locked away in the cells still fighting the inevitable.

It was a mixed day. We started with a training refresher. Then Fuck Doll taught us a seductive dance. She noted how this could be done in combination with a striptease, which she demonstrated with a series of gestures to remove the non-existent clothing.

It was quite fun. Anything that shows off our bodies is fun, and I like dancing.

Even Wham Bam Mama was starting to settle in. She was quite pretty when she moved, and she had lost that stern face. Us girls look so much better when we are docile and bubbly.

The afternoon session could hardly be classified as training, but it was certainly a new experience for me. I suspect it was new for the other girls as well, except for Fuck Doll of course.

We were led to a lounge area that I hadn't seen before. Three sofas were positioned in a U-shape encircling a thick fur rug. A large TV was on the wall facing the sofas, but we were the entertainment today.

The masters sat down, some with drinks in their hands, and made themselves comfortable. We were directed to kneel before them. The fur felt luxurious on our naked flesh. I expected, hoped, that they would order us to service them orally. Yet, they had something else in mind.

Master Robert spoke. "OK bitches. You will be expected on occasion to entertain your masters by performing with an audience, and some of you may end up with a mistress, or owned by a couple. So today, you're going to make out with one another. Put on a good show or you'll get a severe whipping."

I had never considered having sex with another woman or even fantasized about it. I know they joke about college being a time for experimentation, but it never happened for me. I wasn't adverse to the idea, but I guess I just don't swing that way.

Part of me wonders about the timing of this 'lesson'. Has a mistress or couple shown an interest in purchasing me? Once again, I have no way of knowing. I don't have a problem with that if it is true. It's not about what I want or my desires.

I looked at Fire Crotch kneeling beside me, and I leaned in for a kiss. Objectively, I found her very attractive, so this wouldn't be too bad.

It was clear from her awkward response that Fire Crotch had never been with another woman before either. Yet, she was also obedient, so she kissed me in return.

I fondled her breasts as we kissed. Our tongues entwined in a passionate French kiss. Her soft moans showed she liked my touch. Her hand stroked my thigh.

I kissed my way down. First, flicking my tongue over her ear which clearly excited her. Then her neck, which she welcomed by tilting her head back. And then I arrived at her breasts. I gently squeezed them as my tongue encircled her nipples. I bit down softly, which elicited a gasp from her.

Since I had no experience with a woman, I was simply trying out the things I liked or had fantasized about. It seemed to work because her nipples were hard.

She then reciprocated, licking and sucking on my tits. It felt amazing. No guy had ever touched or licked me in such an arousing way. It was both sensual and intense.

Her hand reached between my legs and gently stroked my pussy, which got me moaning.

I kind of forgot about the masters, and even the other lesbian coupling next to us. The masters didn't say anything so they must have been enjoying the show.

Fire Crotch pushed me onto my back. The fur tickling my skin. I spread my legs, knowing what she intended to do next. Fire Crotch lowered herself until she was practically lying down between my legs, and buried her face in my crotch.

Long slow licks initially, before pushing her tongue in to find my clit.

I moaned in ecstasy as she alternated between licking and sucking. Hitting all the right spots. Granted, I have little experience, but no boy or man had ever made me feel this good.

Despite never having any lesbian desires before, I now had an urgent desire to taste her as well. I gestured for her to turn around. She understood, maneuvering her body over mine, and then lowering her moist pussy over my mouth.

I dove in immediately with long licks, savouring her sweet nectar. There was definitely something to sex with another woman. It was an understanding of what is pleasurable for her. Yet, it also gave me an appreciation of the female form. I could explore the taste, the quiver of her body as my tongue caressed her g-spot, and the gasps and moans as my licking intensified.

And because we were in the 69 position, she was doing the same to me. I couldn't help but have admiration for a woman's body. It is something to be explored and savoured. Although I had forgotten the audience, I had a greater desire to surrender myself and my body to this pleasure. A woman's body, my body, was an instrument of pleasure.

Fire Crotch had me moaning and gasping in return. I hoped that I was giving her as much pleasure, and her moans suggested that I was.

I cried out in orgasm, and my while body shook with pleasure. I had never had an orgasm like that before.

Fire Crotch climaxed moments later, before my waves had subsided. Her orgasmic cry was intoxicating. Her legs trapped me between her thighs, riding my face as the orgasm rippled through her.

We were both exhausted and exhilarated. She turned back around and lay beside me, kissing me. I could taste my own sex on her tongue.

Next to us, our fellow slave sisters were reaching orgasm as well.

There was not going to be any reprieve or rest though. Master Robert spoke up, "OK bitches, switch partners."

It startled me as I had forgotten our audience. Fortunately, the men seemed to be enjoying the show.

Before I knew it, Wham Bam Mama was on top of me, surprising me with her intensity. Perhaps she genuinely was a lesbian or bisexual?

Whatever the case, my new found experience had awakened a passion for lesbian sex in me as well. We were immediately kissing and stroking one another.

And since she was a black girl, she felt different. Or maybe we all feel different, every woman? I had no way of knowing. All I knew for certain was that this was another beautiful woman that I wanted to explore.

And explore I did. I held and squeezed both of her nice breasts, as we continued to kiss. Her hands moved up and down my body, making my skin tingle.

I shifted downward so her breasts now dangled enticingly above my face. I began licking and sucking immediately. God, I wish I had tits like these. I couldn't get my hands around them.

I alternated between breasts, licking and sucking. Her large breasts pressed against my face as I suckled them.

Wham Bam Mama held my head, pressing me into those soft melons. Her other hand glided downward, and had now found my pussy. Two fingers were inside me.

My gasp of approval was muffled by her breasts.

I was utterly lost in the moment. I sucked at her nipples, hoping without reason, that I could taste her breast milk. It was an odd thought, but such was my contentment.

Her fingers were urgent but precise. It was not long before I was crying out in orgasm.

I hadn't fully caught my breath before Wham Bam Mama had shifted forward, and trapped my head between her thighs. Her moist cunt pressed against my mouth. I had no option other than to open my mouth and start licking. Nor would I have chosen to do anything else. I was so lost in the sexual frenzy.

She was in complete control, and began bucking her hips back and forth. I could only remain steady with my tongue lapping at her pussy as she rubbed against me. It was almost like being face fucked with the strap on dildo. Only this time, it was a woman fucking me. I suppose it was last time too, but this time I was being used to stimulate a woman's cunt. She was riding my face like a sex toy.

I'm sure the masters were loving it. Truthfully, so was I. As objectifying as this was, it was also erotic as hell. And Wham Bam Mama's sopping wet pussy tasted wonderful. In retrospect, I wonder if I am bisexual, except I had never been attracted to women before.

Her climax was intense. Her thighs tightened around my head, locking me in place. Her squirt filled my mouth. And her scream of ecstasy I could still hear, even with her thighs covering my ears.

I couldn't breath, leaving me a bit dizzy when she released me and collapsed to the floor beside me.

I was barely conscious of the moans of ecstasy as Fuck Doll and Fire Crotch appeared to be climaxing in unison. I had forgotten that we had an audience until one of the men began clapping.

Master Robert spoke up. "Good job bitches. Now, come get your reward for arousing us with your show." He pointed to the floor in front of him.

We each crawled to one of the masters and knelt before them. They were already unzipping their pants and pulling out their cocks. So, our reward was clear. The honour of servicing them.

The Black Master happened to be closest to me. So I crawled to him and immediately wrapped my lips around his huge cock.

Uhmm. It's hard to believe that I used to resist sucking cocks. Now, this was truly was a reward, stretching my mouth to fit his cock all the way in. No more gag reflex for me.

4 pretty slave girls in a row, bobbing our heads on our masters' cocks.

This was so relaxing. We were still backing in the afterglow of our orgasms. Now we could kneel on the fur rug before our masters and service these majestic cocks.

Apparently we had indeed stimulated them with our performance because they didn't hold out too long. I suppose our training to suck cock helped too.

Regardless, we were swallowing their delicious sperm before our jaws even got tired.

I even earned a pat on the head and murmur, "Good job bitch."

With our training and entertainment completed for the day, our leashes were reattached and we walked off towards the dining room.

It occurred to me that when the number of masters and slaves corresponded that Fuck Doll was also led by a leash. I think she looked happier that way. Perhaps I'm just projecting, because I love it.

I also wondered if this would be my last dinner here. I pondered this as the bench dildo pushed up into my ass.

However, nothing was said as we completed our dinner. Even the customary visit of the Head Master didn't yield any announcement.

She must have sensed my disappointment because Fuck Doll briefly brushed my hand and whispered, "soon."

That felt nice and reassuring.

Then of course there was my favourite part of the day, being bent over the table and fucked. And because we had recently drained their balls, they had much more endurance tonight.

Now, back in my room, I have time to ponder my status once again.

I really am disappointed that I wasn't sold today. And there isn't even a remnant of my desire to escape. I just think I'm a valuable slave, and want to earn my place at my master's feet. Or mistress's feet. After today, I wouldn't be bothered by that.

Yet, I think Fuck Doll was right, "soon".

With that comforting thought, I think I'll call it a night.