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MICKE MICKE MICKE MICKE

MICKE:

"I will pay your rent during term time."

"Thank you, but I paid it last Tuesday for next month."

I avoided that trap.

"You have often talked about being a 24/7-slave-girl. At his school you will be able to try being a real 24/7 slave. It is all the hours of the day and all the days in a week. And all the minutes and seconds within it. 24/7 is easy to say and to long for but much harder to live by.

I deliberately and a little treacherously didn't talk about days, week and months. Minutes and seconds sounded nicer and shorter.

"OK!"

"You understand that Peter becomes your Master and teacher during your education and your trainer during the training?"

"Yes Master, I understand that!"

"You also agree to be punished at his will if you don't obey perfectly?"

"Okay, I understand!"

"You agree to pass over the right to Peter to punish you in a suitable way when he decides that you do anything wrong or as training."

"Yes Master. I understand and agree now that you have decided that he has that right."

I let that comment fall to the floor without correcting her and emphasized that it was a natural part of a slave-girl-school and that Peter had that right and power over her.

"During the school time and training he is your Master and decides everything for you. He owns you as long as you are at his school in the same way that I had owned you here. This you must voluntarily stress when you convince him to accept you as a student at his school. Is that OK for you?"

"Yes Master! I want to stay here with you. Yes, I understand that it must be as you order me. I will obey your commands. I will be so good and obedient that I only have to stay there for some days and then I will run all the way home to you, Master."

"Remember, one thing is really serious. You will go to his slave-girl-school not because I have told you to, but because you want it yourself. He will NOT accept you as a student if it isn't completely voluntary from your side. It must be that you want to be trained to be a perfect slave-girl, otherwise there is no deal. Then you have said NO to my offer.

I saw that she got that panicy and searching look in her eyes, which I had seen before; as if she couldn't find anything to fix her eyes on.

"No please Micke. I want it. I want to learn to be a perfect slave-girl for you. I want honestly to report to him and to apply to his school. Absolutely I want this. I WANT THIS!"

Suddenly I noticed that I had a hard on as I talked to her about her submission in Peters' house. I must not forget to let her suck me off before she left me. I enjoyed talking about the slave-girl-school and her submission there, in the same way as one is sucking on a sweet, just making it last for ever. It felt so bloody good to talk about it.

I wondered if, deep in my mind, now I had her convinced she should go to the school, I actually wanted to scare her off from it. My selfishness told me that I wasn't alone in her centre anymore, but Peter would also be there. He would play freely with my Tina. He would be allowed to se her naked body, to feel her sucking lips around his cock and her tight vagina working at his orgasm and.

He would be looking at her nice doll-face when she waited for his order of what to do for him. But he is worthy of it.

I regained control over my thoughts when I thought of Ulrika. She was as beautiful as sunset, tall and imposing while Tina was excitingly submissive and more doll-sweet. Both could give me sexual pleasure when ever I wanted it, and more.

In my confused mind I really didn't know if I tried to scare her off again.

"During your training it is only your new Master and his pleasure that counts. You are at that school to learn to give the most maximal pleasure to a Master. Your Master owns your orgasms. Do you understand and accept this?

"Yes Master!"

"You may go over to him tomorrow and persuade him to let you be a student in his school. It is in your interest that you start as soon as possible and I think you should persuade him to at any price.

"Yes Master, as soon as possible.

"You must not for a moment give him the impression that it is not entirely voluntary on your behalf. He is very sensitive about that and it could make him break off your training.

I saw the tears in her eyes again. I knew she felt rejected but it couldn't be helped. I kept holding her on the rack, but now more to test how convinced she was. I didn't want to loose control over her so I added:

"I will now instruct you what you will say and what you will do when you are there the first time. You must learn everything by heart!

"Yes, Micke! I'm ready!"

"In the morning you start with a shower and use the safety razor so you are smooth and nice as a baby everywhere.

"Yes Master!"

"I will also give you a hint of what you are going to learn."

I admit I was teting to frighten her off a little, now that I had her on the slave-girl-school hook. If she only said NO everything was solved. Then I wouldn't have a bad conscience about the slave-girl-school bluff anymore.

I got the impression that she voluntarily wanted to be wheedled if she went over to him. Who can tell if her submissive feelings, deep in her inner mind, were excited by the thought of being delivered to a strange man and his sexual appetite?

"You have to learn at the school to clean, wash up the dishes, wash, and made the beds, cook, wait at your Master's table and stand in many postures as a statue. You will learn no end of positions and the commando word for them and you must be quick, faster then ever before. You will learn to use your tongue, lips, throat, and oral cavity and to suck a man, and to use all your muscles in your cunt and anus.

I felt so good to talk about it and give picture of her coming hard training for her. I could almost se her act in his games with her.

"Your Master decides when you eat, sleep, and drink, when you may go to the toilet, if you should stand, sit or lie and when you shall wake up. You will obey his order day and night."

"He will probably wake you up in the night for training and tests. I know that you are a heavy sleeper and that you gladly want to be lounging in bed and that you find it hard to wake up. At the threat from the whip you will wake up easily when he calls for you. You are to learn perfection and to react to all orders with devotion and love. You will learn to love your Master and obey his slightest intimation. You will learn to react to signs and command words and they will be trained into your back-bone. You don't need to think, your body will obey your Master. This is only a small part of what you must learn. What do you say?

"Micke, what can I say? I have to accept all this to come back to you."

"OK. As you see it was a good thing to be out of work. I said so, didn't I?

"Yes Micke!"

"Suck me and do it better than good. You may not speak until I tell you so. You shall only suck. From now on you will only be a sucking mouth!"

She nodded as a confirmation that she understood my order and threw herself on her knees in front of me and opened up her mouth. Then it was as if her mouth, tongue and lips started to live their own life and she gave me 100 of herself.

After I had spurted in her wet and warm mouth she cleaned me without letting my dick leave her mouth. It stayed inside and she looked up into my eyes all the time, as she was ready to do anything I ordered her to.

It felt like she was driven by her hope that if only she gave more than 100 I would let her stay and let her off the slave-girl-school hook.

I melted in her submissiveness and her giving and I was very close to revoking the whole plot, but, unusually for me, my common sense won. She had my cock in her mouth.

Peters view again:

PETER PETER PETER PETER PETER

PETER:

Just before 21.00 my telephone rang again.

It was Micke.

"Hi. Yes, she hesitated at first, but when I told her that we would break up if she didn't, she bought it. You will have a visitor at 10 in the morning, if you are free".

"Good! I'm home. Will you hand her over yourself?"

"No, she must come alone to convince you to accept her as a student. That was what you meant, wasn't it? I have prepared her that it will not be easy to be accepted as a student and that you have many waiting on their turn. Don't forget that. Offer her resistance so we can see what she does. I have instructed her what to do and what to say and how she must present her self. Think of me when she does that, will you?"

"You are ingenious", I answered and felt my heart beating in expectation.

"No we are cunning together, you and I.

"OK. You have not changed your mind then?"

"Nix! We do as we have agreed. She is so on edge that you will experience

Heaven. I will visit you one day and see how it works out for her.

"You are always welcome, you know that!"

We finished the conversation and hung up. I had a problem sleeping that night. Thousands of thoughts rushed around in my head. She was so young and nice. I knew better than starting to plan so I tried to keep my fantasy as neutral as possible.

There were still so many things that could go wrong.

Since Sonja I had fantasised about having a slave-girl, a slave-girl like Sonja. If everything went smoothly I could train Tina to be even more obedient than Sonja, but I didn't know HOW obedient that was.

It was just hours until Tina was supposed to knock on my door and I was prepared for many things to go wrong. She could change her mind, she could refuse to live with me, Micke could change his mind, and, and.

But if she come and agreed to start her training at my slave-girl-school I must make it look official. Otherwise she might think that I kept a slave-girl-school for my own sake and for my own sexual drives and pleasures. That was close to the truth.

No, I didn't want her to get that impression as I felt my own pride would block that possibility.

It was important to me (and to Micke) that I made the slave-girl-school look as real as possible.

I logged on to the Internet and it was child's play to produce a blank form, similar to an application form.

It was also easy to produce an application form for a student grant at a behavioural psychology school. As background for it I wrote in advance the text: "Training in a deep understanding and self improving of the own ego of the student. Also a deep study and training in repression of her own internal stimulus in direction to external steering.", and some other nonsense.

The slave-girl-school's name on the Paper was: SFOOS (School for overtaking of self-control).

On the form there was a place for the student's personality specification and I intended that she should fill it in herself. The main reason was that she would read the text. The form applied for a grant of 150.000 (SEK) for remuneration, materials, accommodation and so on.

To increase the credibility of the school and to stress the economical overload at the school it would be noticed that the school only had ONE student at the time and that the pace of education was going to be as fast as possible. This last was especially for her eyes, to give her hope of going back to Micke quickly if she put her back into it.

All the text had one purpose and that was for her to read it and be convinced that she school existed in the real world.

I knew from Micke that it was her wish that the course was finished as soon as possible. All her efforts and striving in that direction would give me more pleasure and completely free play-ground with a young girl. I felt like the dirty old man personified and in many ways I was.

What she was not supposed to know, of course was that I would extend the course as much as possible.

Naturally the form was not to be sent anywhere, but would be kept in safe custody out of harm's way.

The forged forms were sitting on the kitchen table, where she was going to fill in her personality questionnaire. I would use the form to move the focus from my own sexual needs and at the same time reduce it to a formal side issue.

It was meant to let her feel secure in the impression that she was here to learn to deepen her submissive behavior. That was close to the truth, but to be sincere I should add that I was going to play with her submissive and serving body and mind. There was also room for mental training at the prospect of her future slave-girl-role.

In the beginning it was of her best interest that she was at the school only for Micke. She might as well let her thoughts, feelings and fantasy run smoothly in the direction that it was Micke that was her trainer. I would anyway have her obedient young, smooth and nude body to look at and enjoy.

I had plans to make it more personal later on, but resolved to keep it strict at the beginning.

//

Saturday morning:

I woke up too early. My breakfast consisted of, cornflakes, milk, and egg, 3 strong cups of coffee, a glass of juice and two sandwiches. They say that eggs are supposed to improve sexual prowess, but I have got, by prescription from my doctor, the real thing, that was annoyingly effective. Annoying because I had no woman at the time. With some luck that would change not only to a woman but to a young and nice girl.

Now I was ready to meet that set back, but was she? (Smile)

I read, I watched TV in an absent-minded way, I washed up the dishes. There was time for two loads, colored at 40 degrees C. I made the bed; I removed everything that I had dropped. The vacuum cleaner helped me to clean up.

If I was lucky this was the last time for a long time that I would have to do this daily housekeeping. No, I must not build up false hope, to think too much ahead, she was not here yet.

At ten o'clock the bell rang at the door and I opened the door.

Outside was Tina. She looked so small, so doll-sweet, and so young and she had her eyes brimming with tears. It was obvious that she had cried a lot. But her face was resolute, and she tried to smile at me. But it was a very forced smile, I could tell by the fact that her face quickly assumed a seriously expression again. I also noticed a distressing wrinkle over her eyebrow. Hell, I felt sorry for her. I fought an impulse to break our plot.

"Hallo, may I come in and talk to you?"

She said in a forced manner and with a tremulous voice. I could see that she was not far from crying. Her lower lip and her little chin twisted and the corner of her mouth dropped.

Between it she tried to force a smile.

"Naturally!"

I answered and opened up the door invitingly.

I went into my living room and saw that it looked rather decent after my manly tidying up.

She followed and I noticed that she had closed the front door behind her and then she stopped in the middle of the room, as if her battery had run out.

I sat down in my TV-chair and showed her with a sign to sit. She sank into a chair of her own choice.

I watched her in pity. She was hardly 160 cm (5 ft 4 in) and was dressed in a short and blue skirt and in a blouse with knick-knacks around the arms and at the collar. The blouse was so short that it left her tanned belly uncovered.

I could see her nipples through the thin material and understood that she had no bra. No stockings either or they were very thin. Sometimes I was unsure.

But I was sure that Micke had dressed her, as he usually did. He had a good taste for color arrangements.

She was so young in my eyes, as if she was just a little girl and I had to repeat to myself that she was 21 as my mind revolted at the idea of looking at under-age girls. That I absolutely do not do!

Now she looked as if she was going to cry again, but she pulled herself together.

"Micke has sent me over to you! He has told me exactly what to do and what to say and I think I remember it by heart."

"Oh, I see!"

I tried to encourage her. I knew that this must be hard on her. It must be close to Hell. There was no reason for me to make it worse for her.

"I should, I will ask you to take me into your school as a student, to your slave-girl-school. I promise to be a very obedient and good student. Micke has told me that I may not return to him until I have passed my examination at your school. I will learn very quickly and I will do exactly as you say in everything. You will be my Master, my teacher and my trainer, when I'm here. And. and I'm not unfaithful to him when I obey your orders."

The last comment came from her own conscience. I couldn't care less. It was an agreement between Micke and I. But I felt that this girl had opened up her mind to sexual acts with me otherwise the word unfaithful had nothing to do with it and I felt a twitch in my cock.

She talked about the slave-girl-school as if it existed and I was surprised that she give up the fact that ought to be her secret, the fact the she was not allowed to return to Micke until I allowed it and let her pass. If she had been smart she would not have told me that, but on the other hand she could had been true to Micke's word.

Everything felt so unreal; she talked about a slave-girl-school as if it was an every-day-thing. And it also felt like having an unusually nice dream, an erotic dream, from which I soon would wake up.

In my mind I compared it instinctively with those dreams that I have had, where I found a lot of gold and walked around and just picked it up! At the same time I knew that it was only a dream and that I would soon wake up, but it was nice to dream. And of course I always woke up and sometimes I wasn't even disappointed. So I was prepared to wake at any time, but it was so nice.

Now she started to cry openly and unrestrainedly. The tears just flowed. Her whole little body convulsed and she give hiccup-like sighs.

If there is anything a man feel himself helpless in front of, it is female tears and I'm no exception.

Maybe I am constantly horny, but I'm absolutely not stone-hearted.

"If you don't want to, don't bother! It's Okay with me. I have many girls in the queue. It must be voluntary!"

I felt that it was not voluntary from her side. She felt she was obliged to register at my "slave-girl-school". So, in a second I lost all interest!

I felt that I lost all my sexual drive when I thought of her forced into a slave-girl-school. In a sudden impulse to be straight I wanted to tell her that I wasn't supposed to let her pass and that Micke wouldn't take her back how ever well she behaved.

Then I thought again. My mind told me that she would surely feel deceived if I revealed the plot and she would be shattered to find out there was no slave-girl-school and that it all was false, and built on her own naivety. Then there was Micke. He must also agree to give up the plot.

I was completely confused. But that was nothing compared to her.

It is said that the last thing that leaves a human is her hope. I couldn't take away her hope of getting back to Micke in this situation. Maybe he would take her back when I had trained her even though I think I know Micke and I would give it long odds.

In two months he would get tired of Ulrika, when he found out that his newfound angel also had bad points. He had said that I could keep her here as long as I wanted. It was I that must let her pass the course.

I could help Micke with this I reminded myself. I regretted that I had agreed to this but couldn't stop thinking of her as a naked, serving and obedient slave-girl in my house. A slave-girl-school offered an owner unimaginable and endless possibilities of pleasure to me. If only she took one step forward, and she had taken the first step by coming here.

I want it to be said, that I understood how she would feel; terribly humiliated and deluded in believing in a slave-girl-school that did not exist, and how she would feel if she knew that Micke and I had set the decoy for her to naively swallow. And anyway, Micke had no intention of taking her back in the first place.

It must be more humiliating than anything else for her to be standing here before me trying to convince me to accept her as a student in a school with a Master that would ask many sexual actions from her.

Therefore the least I could do for decency's sake was to let her believe in the slave-girl-school and that others had been educated here. This last belief would give her a certain feeling of security to have. Girls seem to work that way. They feel secure in female-hood against the terrible and animalistic males.

How many slave-girls had I educated? I needed only to say "others".

The truth, that I had had no more then ONE real slave-girl (Sonja) under my command, would not sound persuasive for her.

Another deeper truth was that during all these years after Sonja, I had built up an imaginary slave-girl-school in my brain. There was the whole structure in crystal clear details.

Certainly I thought that she was childish and easily duped when she believed in it, but for her sake and of course for mine I must make her continue to believe in the slave-girl-school. To play with a young and beautiful girl was both tempting and fantasy-triggering. But in this there was also a bit of "saving-face" for me and Micke.

I couldn't let go of my thoughts of my slave-girl Sonja.

Now I was in with the chance to play with Tina and train her in absolute and blind obedience. To have her young body react to my every command and order, to.

If she wanted to break the whole thing and go home, I would have to live by that, but in the mean time.

I had during all these years searched for thoughts and ideas about training a slave-girl and, here and there, collected those that I thought were okay or that I would like to try IF, some day I could persuade a woman to play the role of my slave-girl. And now a young, nice and innocent GIRL.

The onrush of time had become a minus-factor for me. I grow older every year. Jag was 52 y o and I knew people of my own age that were already planning to retire on their pension.

My thoughts and fantasies of a slave-girl-school had increased when Micke and I had openly joked in the truck about "my-slave-girl-school. I got his confirmation in an imaginary way.

I knew they were fantasies but, in spite of the fact started preparations for "the school". It gave me a link with reality for my fantasies.

On the BDSM-library site I found some ideas for slave-girl-training, but also cruel madness, that I stopped reading because I simply detested it.

In the Story: "The High Tech Trained Girl" I found some parts that appealed to me.

A Master trained a slave-girl and punished her all the time because she wasn't quick enough in her submission. She increased her effort, but he just kept his demands always one step ahead.

He explained very well the thought process in the girl's brain. She must all the time strive more and more to make her Master satisfied. That created her picture of him as a very demanding and firm Master that expected more than maximum and that she must live up to his demands. Those thoughts in her mind made her move her thoughts from herself over to him and his ever increasing demands.

Punishment could surely be replaced by simple demands and repeating them over and over again to improve. This was surely something I must try with Tina, if I got that chance. There was a risk of me waking up from this utopian-dream.

There were also many other pedagogical ideas that I had collected during the years.

//

I especially want to thank Nicholas Cullum, who kindly has proof-read and reedit the story.

Translating is a hard work and as a woman I�m driven by encouragement. I thank all those nice people who had taken their time to feed me. Cecilita