around her shoulder and Laura stiffened instinctively. She didn’t do physical contact well.
Victoria nodded curtly. “Right. You have an hour to unpack and get to know one another. Be downstairs for orientation at 6 p.m. Do not be late,” she warned.
Nodding hastily, Laura allowed Simone to lead her over to the spare bed. Luxurious silk fabrics to match the elegance of the room covered the double beds. The same shades had been used here and the whole place had a sexy vibe.
“You’re Laura?” the other woman said from the bed.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“I’m Charlotte.” She released a small smile. Maybe she was nervous too. Laura’s heart still hammered at a rate of knots.
Sneaking glimpses of Charlotte as Laura unpacked, she concluded she was closer to her own age. Charlotte had a bookish appearance to her but was quite stunning with curling auburn hair and a willowy figure. A stab of guilt pierced through her. These poor women didn’t deserve to be lied to.
Simone threw herself on her bed and observed as she finished unpacking. “What do you make of Victoria then? Think she’ll be a bitch?”
Charlotte barely smothered a giggle as Laura nodded. “Oh yeah, definitely. She has bitch written all over her.”
Charlotte shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s pretty intimidating, but I suppose it’s her job…to keep us in line.”
“It’ll take more than a bitch to keep me in line,” Simone exclaimed. “That’s why I’m here though. Hopefully I’ll find someone who can.” The woman’s dark eyes roved over Charlotte. “So why are you here?”
“My boyfriend sent me here.” Charlotte’s cheeks heated as she noted the arch of Simone’s eyebrow. “He wants to be my Master,” she added quietly, “and I want to be his slave. I can’t wait…” She sighed.
“Lucky cow,” Simone muttered with a chuckle. “What about you, Laura? You’ve not said much yet.”
Laura shifted on her bed. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” she said hastily. “I just wanted to…to give it a try, you know?”
“Haven’t you subbed before?” Charlotte asked with a gasp.
Laura sniffed. “A little spanking. I’m not scared.”
“I am,” Charlotte admitted. “If I don’t graduate, I’ll never be the perfect slave.”
“Perfectionist, huh?” Simone injected.
“Maybe.”
Quickly wiping the astonished expression from her face, Laura set about unpacking. The perfect slave? Why the hell would someone want to be a sex slave? Seriously, what the fuck had she got herself into?
***
Orientation took place in one of the reception rooms. They filed in and sat on the three chairs, lined up and facing one wall. Laura finally felt as if she was in school again when Victoria cast her cool gaze over them and stood confidently at the front. A man followed, his large stature catching Laura’s eye.
Dressed in an expensive suit, his arms stretched the fabric to its limit. Easily over six feet tall, his shoulders were wider than any other man she’d seen. His tousled brown hair and stubbled chin along with his glower made Laura nervous. Deep brown eyes locked on to hers and she gulped, wings of trepidation beating in her stomach.
“Right, ladies,” Victoria said sharply. “From this point onwards you are to address me as only Ms. Pembroke or ‘Mistress’. This is the deputy head, Mr Hunter. Address him only as ‘Sir.’” Her brows rose as if daring them to argue. “This course in submission will test you mentally and physically. We are experts at what we do and you will find yourself pushed. We have one main rule here – if you safe-word, you fail. You each chose your safe-words and they are noted in your documentation. Every teacher here is aware of them but I promise you will never need them. Use your safe-word and there will be no graduation.”
Laura gulped and gripped on to the arm of her chair. She needed to graduate. She needed to see this through. If she didn’t she’d be out of a job.
Victoria nodded curtly. “Right. You have an hour to unpack and get to know one another. Be downstairs for orientation at 6 p.m. Do not be late,” she warned.
Nodding hastily, Laura allowed Simone to lead her over to the spare bed. Luxurious silk fabrics to match the elegance of the room covered the double beds. The same shades had been used here and the whole place had a sexy vibe.
“You’re Laura?” the other woman said from the bed.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“I’m Charlotte.” She released a small smile. Maybe she was nervous too. Laura’s heart still hammered at a rate of knots.
Sneaking glimpses of Charlotte as Laura unpacked, she concluded she was closer to her own age. Charlotte had a bookish appearance to her but was quite stunning with curling auburn hair and a willowy figure. A stab of guilt pierced through her. These poor women didn’t deserve to be lied to.
Simone threw herself on her bed and observed as she finished unpacking. “What do you make of Victoria then? Think she’ll be a bitch?”
Charlotte barely smothered a giggle as Laura nodded. “Oh yeah, definitely. She has bitch written all over her.”
Charlotte shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s pretty intimidating, but I suppose it’s her job…to keep us in line.”
“It’ll take more than a bitch to keep me in line,” Simone exclaimed. “That’s why I’m here though. Hopefully I’ll find someone who can.” The woman’s dark eyes roved over Charlotte. “So why are you here?”
“My boyfriend sent me here.” Charlotte’s cheeks heated as she noted the arch of Simone’s eyebrow. “He wants to be my Master,” she added quietly, “and I want to be his slave. I can’t wait…” She sighed.
“Lucky cow,” Simone muttered with a chuckle. “What about you, Laura? You’ve not said much yet.”
Laura shifted on her bed. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” she said hastily. “I just wanted to…to give it a try, you know?”
“Haven’t you subbed before?” Charlotte asked with a gasp.
Laura sniffed. “A little spanking. I’m not scared.”
“I am,” Charlotte admitted. “If I don’t graduate, I’ll never be the perfect slave.”
“Perfectionist, huh?” Simone injected.
“Maybe.”
Quickly wiping the astonished expression from her face, Laura set about unpacking. The perfect slave? Why the hell would someone want to be a sex slave? Seriously, what the fuck had she got herself into?
***
Orientation took place in one of the reception rooms. They filed in and sat on the three chairs, lined up and facing one wall. Laura finally felt as if she was in school again when Victoria cast her cool gaze over them and stood confidently at the front. A man followed, his large stature catching Laura’s eye.
Dressed in an expensive suit, his arms stretched the fabric to its limit. Easily over six feet tall, his shoulders were wider than any other man she’d seen. His tousled brown hair and stubbled chin along with his glower made Laura nervous. Deep brown eyes locked on to hers and she gulped, wings of trepidation beating in her stomach.
“Right, ladies,” Victoria said sharply. “From this point onwards you are to address me as only Ms. Pembroke or ‘Mistress’. This is the deputy head, Mr Hunter. Address him only as ‘Sir.’” Her brows rose as if daring them to argue. “This course in submission will test you mentally and physically. We are experts at what we do and you will find yourself pushed. We have one main rule here – if you safe-word, you fail. You each chose your safe-words and they are noted in your documentation. Every teacher here is aware of them but I promise you will never need them. Use your safe-word and there will be no graduation.”
Laura gulped and gripped on to the arm of her chair. She needed to graduate. She needed to see this through. If she didn’t she’d be out of a job.
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