FACT   Session 2
 
By JMC


 She followed as instructed, with her eyes cast downward towards the stone floor of the 
slaves' corridor.  Walking as she was, with the weighted clamps attached to her labia, 
was an exercise in self-discipline and submission for her. It was designed to be. The 
Master of the House, who led her by the leash attached to her collar, had years of 
experience in the training of service slaves. He also knew that the humiliation of the 
swinging weights between her legs would help to keep her focused on what her station in 
life was to be. She had been in twenty-four hour training to be a service slave for the past 
couple of weeks (Was it weeks? Months? Days?), and she was learning. Sometimes 
easily, sometimes through much difficulty, but she was learning. The house had never 
had a service slave candidate who hadn't completed their initial training. Most had 
completed it in the projected three month period, although there had been a few that had 
to do two or even three, three month periods in order to complete their initial phase. She 
knew that as long as she maintained an attitude of willingness, she would learn with the 
least amount of difficulty. She had, after all, already made her commitment, and there 
was no returning to the past now. She understood that completely. From this point on, 
there was only one way out of the initial training phase, and that was completion. The 
Master and Mistress of the House were fully prepared to enforce the rule of indefinitely 
repeating phase one until full completion. There was no dropping out. There never had 
been, and there never would be.
 The Master led her down the long corridor, past the cells of the other slaves, and up the 
stone stairway to the main floor of the house. From there she was led up the burgundy 
carpeted grand stairway, and down the hall to the chambers of the Mistress. By the time 
she reached the door to the Mistresses' chambers, her swollen labia were both wet and 
sore. By this point in time, she had become quite used to that.
 "Entry position, number three" said the Master. She went down to her hands and knees, 
thighs apart, her head bowed to the floor. The Master knocked on the door and opened it.
The Mistress was sitting in her leather covered bedroom chair, wearing a tight-fitting 
black and purple rubber dress that came to her knees.
 "Enter number three" she said, "Don't keep me waiting".
Number three lifted her head so that her back was parallel to the floor, and crawled 
through the doorway. Moving in this position caused the weights to pull on her labia in 
new ways. She crawled up to the stiletto heeled feet of the Mistress and slowly kissed 
them each..
 "Good." The Mistress said, and detached the leash from number three's collar. "Now 
I'm going to give you another opportunity to prove your oral service skills, slave. You 
must learn to make the pleasure of another the most important thing always, regardless of 
what distractions there might be. In this case, this morning, the distraction will be your 
Master using a crop to tap your labia clamps and weights until you have made me cum to 
my satisfaction. I believe that I'm in the mood for two or three orgasms this morning."
 With that, the Mistress reached down by her chair and picked up two leather thigh cuffs 
with short chains attached and set them on the cushion beside her. She lifted her firm ass 
off of her chair and rolled her dress up to her waist, and attached one leather cuff high up 
on each of her thighs. She then grabbed number three by her hair, pulled her to her 
crotch, and attached the chains to the d-rings on the sides of number three's collar, and 
then to the d-rings on her leather thigh cuffs. This successfully prevented number three 
from moving her face more than an inch away from the Mistresses' own labia.
 Number three was frightened of what the Master was going to do to her with the crop, 
and the air between the Mistresses' thighs was warm and humid. She could feel her face 
flush, and beads of perspiration form on her upper lip and back from the combination.
 "Commence oral service number three, and don't stop without instruction to do so", said 
the Mistress in a firm controlled voice. Number three started licking and sucking to the 
best of her ability, waiting with trepidation for the cropping to start. She didn't have to 
wait long. The Master used the leather head of the crop to lightly tap her labia and the 
attached clamps simultaneously. It was enough to cause number three a momentary lapse 
in her oral servicing, before she quickly regained the rhythm of the swirling motions of 
her tongue. 
"Correction!" exclaimed the Mistress.
"Thwack!" The crop cracked down hard on number three's ass. Number three sucked in a 
breath from the sharp jolt of the crop and continued servicing.
"Above all distractions, number three" the Mistress said. "My pleasure is not to be 
interrupted. It is more important than anything else in your world right now. Do not stop. 
Do not lessen your pace. Three orgasms is what I want now, and you will be here until 
you've given them to me."
 Number three heard the Mistresses' words as she continued her service. This might be 
more difficult than she had thought.
 Tap, tap ,tap , tap. The Master was back to bouncing the crop head on her labia clamps. 
She knew that she had better give everything she had to pleasuring the Mistress, if she 
was ever going to learn this lesson. After a few minutes the Mistresses' breath started to 
become heavy and erratic, and as it did the Master's crop bounced harder on her own 
poor swollen labia .  The weights swung and bounced wildly, causing quick sharp pains 
where the alligator clips dug into her flesh, and at the same time she could feel her own 
juices dripping and sometimes splashing by the drop on her inner thighs. 
 The Master raised the speed and the force with which he struck number three, and 
number three responded with a quick yelp and stopped her duties for a second or two.
 "Correction!" exclaimed the Mistress.
 "This time it's five, number three. Next time it will be ten".
With full strength the Master cracked the crop across number three's ass and inner thighs 
five times. Number three felt like the breath had been sucked from her, and she struggled 
to keep her tongue moving in circles between the Mistresses' thighs.
"Above all else is your Mistresses' pleasure" said the Master as he delivered the five 
welting strokes. Immediately the Master resumed the pace he had been at before the 
correction. The natural spring-like quality of the shaft of the crop made it almost 
effortless for him to snap and bounce the head of the crop on number three's labia, 
clamps and labia weights, like a piston. Number three felt like she could barely breath, 
but she focused with all of her strength on only bringing her Mistress the pleasure she 
commanded.
 Finally the Mistress arched her head back a bit, holding her breath, and then panting 
feverously while clamping her thighs around number three's head. The Master was 
repeatedly striking number three between her legs with the crop, using three-quarters of 
his strength now. Number three didn't dare to stop her servicing, even as the jolts of pain 
from her labia seemed to explode in her brain. She was panting as loud and as frenzied as 
the Mistress was, and the Master gave a slight chuckle at the lovely sound and sight of it 
all, as he cracked number three with the crop like a machine.
"Stop!" commanded the Mistress, "and keep your mouth at the ready position"
Number three held her mouth half open, her tongue sticking ever so slightly out. As she 
did the Master stopped cropping her, and number three could feel her labia throbbing, 
half numb and half on fire from the intense stimulation they had just received. She panted 
to catch her breath, just as the Mistress was slowly catching her own breath.
 The Mistress regained her composure, and reached next to her silently to take a glass of 
water and sip from it. She set the water back down on the table next to her and looked 
down to number three. 
"That was one, number three" she said. "Commence!"