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How I became a servant of Ay'esha

Part 4

IV



	Advanced training. What was that? I was led back to the pen where I
spent my first night and ordered to kneel while the hood was removed. There had
been two changes made. There was now a small pillow in the cage, and an embossed
metal sign was mounted on the door.

M-5

	"This will be your home for the duration of your training. If you
perform well, you will be rewarded. Mistakes will be corrected; Disobedience
will be punished. Do you understand the difference between punishment and
correction M - 5?"

	I knelt mute before her. I was unsure as to if I should nod, reply, or
bark.

	"Do you understand the difference between the two M - 5? Speak up!"

	"I think I do Controller. " I responded softly.

	"I will give you an example. If you speak to me without my permission,
you will be corrected. If you commit any act of overt disobedience you will be
punished. Correction is unpleasant. Punishment is ... well I'll leave you to
wonder. Just remember I know what is painful for you and how far I can take you
without lasting physical damage. Of course your mental state..." she mused.

	I did not like the idea of what she was saying. And she knew it as well.

	"You have a question for me, M - 5? You may speak", she prompted.

	"How long will - - " I started to ask.

	"Will you be here? ', she finished. "As long as it takes to train you to
serve us properly. You will be trained to serve us in any way that might be
desirable to us. And when you are trained you will no longer wish to leave."

	She laughed softly at the expression on my face.

	"The idea frightens you. How amusing. You fear being possessed, but you
also fear being abandoned.

	Stroking my head like a pet dog, she continued.	

	"The other fears you have, even the unspoken ones will bind you to us."

	She opened the pen door and directed me inside.

	"You will rest now. When next you and I meet, you will discover who we
are."

	She left me locked in the pen, to wait.

	Was she right? Was it my fears that would enslave me to her? 

	When she returned she was dressed in a black sheath dress and carried a
silver handled cane.	

	"Do I need to use the leash or binders on you M - 5? Or can you be
trusted to obey without question?  Your failure to obey would embarrass me
greatly and result in a great deal of pain for you."

	"I will obey you Controller." I assented. I wasn't sure if it was the
promised pain or the fact I might cause her embarrassment that prompted my
reply. For some reason I wanted her to take pride in me.

	"Very well. I am going to take you to see the others in our group. You
will not speak to them unless I order it. You will not speak to me other than to
answer yes or no to any direct question I may ask. You will answer only yes or
no, and you will be truthful in your answers. No matter what the question you
will answer it. If I find you were not truthful later, I will punish you, and if
you have lied to any one else, they will punish you as well. Is that well
understood?" "Yes Controller."

	She unlocked the pen and ordered me to exit it and stand up.

	She led me down a hallway and up to a large carved oak door. Above the
door was an inscription. It said one word: Ay'esha.

	Ay'esha. My mind churned. Then I remembered. An old novel by H. Rider
Haggard. Ay'esha meant "She who must be obeyed".

	My Controller watched me read the inscription. She smiled in delight for
the first time.

	"You are aware of the meaning of the word, I see. Now you understand who
we are."

	She opened the door and led me through it. I was now in a well furnished
room, and facing me were two women. Untold, I looked down at the floor. One was
older then my controller and the other seemed to be the same age. They were both
dressed elegantly, and I felt out of place in my nakedness and beard. My
Controller sat in a high-backed chair and ordered me onto my hands and knees
next to her, with my head up. After a pause I felt a weight set upon my back.

	"Do not move M - 5 or you may be injured."

	I froze into position. I could feel warmth on my back where the weight
was centered. This continued for a time until she sighed and said, "That was a
lovely cup of tea. ". The weight was removed and the spot on my back slowly
cooled.

	She chatted for a time with the other women about a variety of things,
ignoring me.

	"He seems to make a very nice table, " the older woman said. "Has he
ever done it before do you know?"

	"Let's find out shall we. M -5, have you ever been a table before?" the
Controller asked.

	"No"

	"Have you ever been used as any type of furniture before now?"

	"No"

	"Have you ever been used as a sex toy before?"

	I hesitated. And blushed.

	The delay was rewarded by a stroke of the cane across my ass.

	"Answer me M - 5."

	"No."

	"Have you ever thought of being used as a sex toy?" was a question from
the older woman.

	I didn't answer. It couldn't be answered as yes or no. I had thoughts of
being used sexually, fantasies, dreams. But converting them to reality?

	After a pause my Controller dismissed the question as foolish, and
turned the conversation away from me and back to other subjects.

	The younger of the two women was not willing to dismiss the question so
easily.

	"M - 5. This is a direct question. Have you ever thought of being used
as a sex toy? Answer me." she demanded.

	I stayed mute. I had been told not to respond. I would not respond.

	After a minute of waiting the woman stood and walked towards me. She
wore a coiled whip at her belt and started uncoiling it as she approached.

	"I think he's being insolent, Minx. I want an answer to my question. And
I'll have one even if I have to beat it out of him!"

	I held my position. I was scared. She was angry. Was my Controller going
to protect me?

	What if she didn't? I must not panic I told myself. Do not show fear.

	"Lydia," said the older woman, "he may have a reason for not answering.
What if he is following the orders of his Controller?"

	Minx, my Controller, laughed.

	"You always did know me Anna. You are wise indeed to have suspected
that. ", she said.

	Turning to the one named Lydia, she added, "He has been instructed not
to speak to anyone without a direct order from me."

	"So order him to answer." Lydia insisted.

	"Are you questioning my judgment Lydia?" she hissed. "I alone will
control him, I alone will give his orders, and I will protect him from you, you
who would punish rather than correct. You, who would destroy him rather than
build him. No, he is mine to do with as I will."

	Lydia turned away. I could see the hate in her eyes. Hate for me, for
everything that my Controller was saying.

	"I believe you should remove him from this room Minx," Anna instructed.
"It seems that he is a disruptive force."

	"As you wish Anna. But he was carrying out my orders. If there was a
disruption, I am responsible for it."

	With that my Controller ordered me to my feet, and out of the room ahead
of her.

	As soon as the door shut I was on my knees in front of her shaking and
weeping.

	"What is wrong little one? Tell me." she instructed.

	"I caused a problem for you Controller. I'm sorry I failed you." I wept.

	"You did not fail me. You obeyed your orders exactly as I gave them to
you. The question was no business of Lydia's. And I already know the answer from
you anyway."

	"You do? ", I said through the tears.

	"Of course I do. You wish to be considered desirable, all men do. The
idea of becoming a sex toy is an appealing one to some people. But consider that
a sex toy is used, then put away.

	There is no consideration for a sex toy's feelings. A sex toy exists to
serve. You exist to serve our needs. Those needs cover far more and far less
than sex for our purposes. You will be a sex toy at some point, but not
something to be used and thrown away.					

	"Now come along, it is time for your feeding."



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