Alex's training continues

Kara woke the next morning, sandwiched between the warmth of her mistresses' bodies and with the delightful ache in her cunt that only came from long and hard fuckings. She was content to lie there all day, but it was only a few minutes before Felicity’s eyes slowly opened. Felicity gave her a small smile as she moved her arm, which had been reaching across Kara’s body with her hand resting on Leana's body.

"Good morning, Kara. Did you enjoy your reward?" Felicity asked as she gently caressed Kara’s cheek. Kara closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh before opening her eyes again.

"Yes, Mad’am Smoak. Thank you, and Mistress Leana, for last night."

Leana chuckled softly before she sat up slightly and kissed Kara where her shoulder and neck met. "You earned it. Are you ready to help train your Alex?"

"Yes, Mistress Leana."

"Good girl. Go get dressed and come down for breakfast."

"Yes, Mistress Leana," Kara replied before carefully getting out of the bed without disturbing her mistresses.

Kara quickly went to her room through the door that connected her room to Leana and Felicity’s. Once there, she went into her bathroom and took a quick shower before putting on a clean version of her slave uniform, deciding on a tiny red silk thong to wear under her skirt instead of a blue one. Once she was dressed, she made her way to the dining room.

"Felicity, would you mind taking Kara to continue our new slave's training after breakfast? I'd like to take Jean to the East Wing for some fun," Leana said just as Kara entered the dining room and sat down next to the version of Alex who Leana had already enslaved.

"I'd love to," Felicity said with a slight laugh.

Just after Jean set a plate full of eggs, two sausage links, hash browns with cheese, and a bowl of freshly cut fruit in front of her, Kara stood from her seat, stepped back from the table, and gracefully dropped into position six. “Yes, Kara?” Leana asked.

“Mistress Leana, since we have two versions of Alex here now, would it be wise to have a way to differentiate between the two, so orders are followed quickly and clearly?”

Felicity and Leana looked at one another for a long moment. This was something that, in their excitement to add another lovely slave to their collection, both beautiful mistresses had overlooked. Felicity’s laughter filled the air as she stood and made her way to Kara, who was still holding position six absolutely perfectly. She knelt next to Kara, reached under her skirt, and rubbed the beautiful Kryptonian’s cunt through her tiny thong. Kara let out a quiet, soft moan. “Very impressive, Kara. You’re learning so well.”

“Thank you, Madam Smoak. I only want to please and serve you and Mistress Leana.”

Felicity moved so she was now in front of Kara, reached down to gently grab her chin, and lifted her head to meet her gaze. “That is exactly why you’re becoming a very good slave.”

“Thank you, Mad’am Smoak.” Felicity leaned down and gave Kara a long series of passionate kisses. Each time their lips met, Kara eagerly returned Felicity’s kiss, but was careful not to outpace the dominant blonde.

Leana laughed softly as she continued to watch the display in front of her. A sense of pride filled her before she looked at Alex. “You will continue to be known as ‘Alex,’” She said with a smile. “The version Kara knows as her adoptive sister will be known as ‘Alexandra.’ But you know that it will mean that if I call you ‘Alexandra,’ don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress Leana. It means I have either disobeyed or disappointed you, and I will be punished.”

Once breakfast was over and Miranda began doing the dishes, Mad’am Smoak went upstairs and changed into a dark red and black leather bikini and black thigh-high wedge-heeled boots. When she returned to the kitchen, she clipped a leash to Kara’s Collar and led her to the dungeon to continue her sister’s training, while Mistress Leana clipped a leash to Jean’s collar and led her toward the East Wing. As they made their way down to the dungeon, when they arrived, Mad’am Smoak had her strip naked. Kara’s heart hammered against her ribs. Her anxiety grew as Mad’am Smoak opened the door to the holding cell.

“Come out, nice and slow,” Mad’am Smoak said, her tone its typical gentle yet firm.

“Please don’t fight, Alex, please don’t fight,” Kara silently pleaded. She was relieved when Alex stepped out of the cell and allowed Mad’am Smoak to grab her by the arm and lead her over to where she was waiting to continue her sister’s training.

“Alexandra, we will begin today with lesson four: positional work. Are you ready to begin?”

“Yes,” Alexandra replied, in a weak-sounding voice that Kara barely heard. Even so, Kara winced, fearing what would happen to her sister for not addressing Mad’am Smoak properly.

“‘Yes,’ who?” Mad’am Smoak asked as she gripped Alexandra’s chin and forced her to meet her eye. While she didn’t raise her voice, her tone was firm and commanding nonetheless.

“Yes, Mad’am Smoak,” Alexandra said after a long pause.

"Good. If you forget to address me properly again, it will be Kara who suffers for it." Felicity let her threat to Kara hang in the air for a long moment before speaking again. "Alexandra, follow along. Kara, position one."

"Yes, Mad’am Smoak," Kara replied before placing her feet shoulder-width apart and her hands behind her head with her fingers intertwined. Slowly, Alexandra did the same.

Mad’am Smoak circled Alexandra, making sure she was correctly in position one. "Kara, position two."

"Yes, Mad’am Smoak." Kara moved her hands from behind her head to behind her back, with her hands grasping the opposite elbow.

Again, Mad’am Smoak circled Alexandra to make sure she had the position correct. She stopped directly behind her when she saw that she wasn't grasping her elbows. "Kara, turn around." Silently, Kara turned so Alexandra could see her back. "Correct yourself," she said into Alexandra's ear as she gave her a gentle swat on her ass.

Alexandra gasped, not in pain, but in shock. "Ye-yes, Mad’am Smoak," she said quietly before grabbing her elbows.

"Very good," Felicity said before kissing Alexandra’s cheek. "Kara, turn back around, position three."

"Yes, Mad'am Smoak." Kara gracefully lowered herself to her knees, keeping them shoulder-width apart. She placed her hands back on the back of her head, as she had in position one. Alexandra did the same, falling to her knees somewhat clumsily.

Again, Felicity circled Alexandra. When she found no fault with the way the new slave held herself, she looked at Kara. “Kara, position four.”

“Yes, Mad’am Smoak,” Kara replied, moving even as she spoke. She placed her hands behind her back again. As Alexandra did the same, this time she grasped her elbows.

She heard Felicity stop behind her, and she swallowed nervously when she felt Felicity’s hot, moist breath on her ear. “You’re learning, good girl.”

“Thank you, Mad’am Smoak.” The words had come so softly that even Alexandra wasn’t sure that she had heard them.

“Kara, Position five.” This time, Kara didn’t speak; she simply went to all fours, her eyes focused directly ahead of her, meeting Alexandra’s eyes. Alexandra licked her lips nervously before doing the same. Felicity smiled as she stepped between the two. She reached down with both hands and stroked their hair as if petting a pair of treasured pets. Kara lifted her head slightly, savoring Felicity’s touch. “Kara, positions six.”

“Yes, Mad’am Smoak.” Kara slid her hands forward, causing her to arch her back and bow her head. She placed the palm of one hand directly over the back of the other and pressed her forehead to her forearms, leaving her ass high in the air.

Alexandra hesitated for a moment before doing the same. The gentle thudding of Felicity’s boots against the stone floor seemed to last forever before she finally stopped near Alexandra’s head. “Kara, why is position six important?”

“Because it is the only position a slave is allowed to address her mistresses freely, Mad’am Smoak.”

“Can a slave speak as soon as she enters position six?”

“No, Mad’am smoak. The slave must wait to be acknowledged by either you or Mistress Leana.”

“When can a slave enter position six?”

“Whenever she wants, so long as her bondage doesn’t completely prevent it. If in bondage that still allows some movement, she may adopt the position as correctly as her bondage allows."

"Very good, Kara." Felicity moved so she was behind the beautiful Kryptonian and knelt. She smiled when she saw the dampness between the former heroine's legs. "Are you enjoying helping me teach your sister how a slave should behave?"

"Yes, Mad’am Smoak," Kara replied without a moment of hesitation.

"I can tell." Felicity smiled as she traced Kara’s labia with her finger. "Alexandra, you may look up to see what Kara does." When Alexandra tilted her head back, Felicity gave her next order. "Kara, position seven."

"Yes Mad’am Smoak." Kara reached back, grabbed her ass cheeks, and spread them apart.

Alexandra followed along, and again Mad’am Smoak circled her. When she was pleased that Alexandra was in the position correctly, she went to a vase on a dark end table that held a selection of canes. She grabbed one and pulled it out. She took a long moment to look at it before testing its flex in her hands, finding it quite rigid. “Kara, position two.”

“Yes, Ma’dam Smoak.” Before Kara had even finished speaking, she was back standing up with her feet shoulder-width apart and her arms behind her back grasping the opposite elbow.

“Bend over just a bit for me, good, now arch your back and stick your ass out” Alexandra watched as Kara moved to meet Felicity’s instructions. Her face gave no clues as to what her adoptive sister was thinking or feeling. When Kara was as she desired, Felicity stood next to her, dragging the cane across Kara’s ass. “Alexandra, this is what’s going to happen. I’m going to drill you on positions. When you mess up,” she paused, giving Kara a single hard stroke with the cane, making her wince and whine. “Kara pays for it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mad’am Smoak.” Felicity couldn’t help but smile at the tone of total defeat in the newest slave’s tone.

“And if and when I cane Kara, she’ll take it. Do you remember why?”

“Because a slave must take what she is given, Mad’am Smoak.”

“Impressive, Alexandra,” Felicity said with genuine praise. “And if it pleases me to cane her?” she asked before delivering a second, softer stroke of the cane to Kara’s ass.

“Then it pleases her to be caned.”

“You have a very clever sister,” Felicity said as she kissed Kara’s cheek. “Alexandra, position one.”

For the next hour, Felicity called out positions, sometimes in order, sometimes at random. By the time Felicity was happy that Alexandra could assume any of the positions when ordered to, Kara had taken another twelve strokes of the cane, leaving her ass lightly covered in crisscrossing welts. As she prepared the next lesson, Felicity once again had Kara stand in front of her sister.

“We’ll move on to lesson five, the anatomy of a slave, versus that of a mistress or otherwise dominant.” She moved behind Kara and began to caress her breasts before lighly pinching her pebbled nipples. “Kara, what are these to a mistress?”

“Her breasts, Mad’am Smoak.”

“And to a slave?”

“Her tits, Mad’am Smoak.”

Felicity smiled before sliding her left hand down Kara’s stomach and dipping it between her legs. “To a mistress, this is what?”

“Her pussy, Mad’am Smoak.”

“And to a slave?”

“Her cunt, Mad’am Smoak.”

“And this?” she asked as she moved both her hands to Kara’s ass and squeezed, making her wince slightly.

“Ma’dam Smoak, while a mistress has a butt, and slaves an ass, you and Mistress Leana normally just use ass for both.”

Felicity spent a few minutes making sure Alexandra understood her new anatomy before moving on to a simpler lesson, lesson six. “Both of you, position one,” she said after retrieving a laser shaver from one of the drawers in the dungeon. She knelt in front of Kara and held it near her cunt, with her thumb over the button that would activate the laser. “Lesson six, Kara.” She pressed and held the button down as she slowly moved the laser shaver over Kara’s cunt, and a faint smell of burning hair filled the air.

“I am a slave, and slaves have bald cunts. I am a slave, and slaves have bald cunts.” Kara repeated the phrase over and over until Mad’am Smoak was satisfied. She repeated the process with Alexandra, the other woman’s entire body turning red with shame.

“Now, we’ll go over lesson seven: why a slave wears what she wears,” Felicity said as she placed a pair of six-inch stiletto heels in front of Kara. “Kara, why do slaves wear heels?”

“Mad’am Smoak, a slave wears heels to restrict her movements and make her legs and ass look sexier.”

Felicity then went to a cabinet and came back with a red and blue leather single glove. Kara stretched her hands out, allowing Felicity to slip the single glove over her arms and cinch it tight, forcing her elbows together. “Why are a slave’s hands almost always bound?”

“Mad’am Smoak, a slave’s hands are almost always bound because her hands and arms are useless to her unless a mistress needs them.”

Next, Felicity dragged her finger across the front of Kara’s collar. “Kara, why, once she’s earned one, does a slave wear her collar?”

“Mad’am Smoak, a slave wears her collar to show the world, and remind herself that she is an owned bitch and must obey her mistress in all things or be punished.”

Felicity next retrieved a black silk blindfold and a red ball gag. “Why is sight a privilege?” she as she placed the blindfold over Kara’s eyes.

“Because a slave doesn’t need them to serve her mistress.”

“And finally, why is a slave almost always gagged?”

“Because, Mad’am Smoak, a slave is only a slave, and unless told what to say or granted permission to speak, she has nothing to say worth her mistress’s attention.” When Kara was done speaking, she left her mouth open, knowing she would be gagged.

Again, what followed was a long session of Mad’am Smoak pointing to Kara’s heels, single glove, collar, blindfold, and gag, making Alexandra repeat why a slave wore the specific item. Just like with the slave positions, once Felicity was satisfied that Alexandra understood the purpose of each item, she removed the gag from Kara’s mouth.

“Kara, what is lesson eight?”

“Mad’am Smoak, lesson eight is that a slave is a dumb cunt that needs a mistress to care for it and provide it with training and discipline.”

“Alexandra, what is lesson eight?”

Hot tears began to sting Alexandra’s eyes as she took a shaky breath. “A slave is a dumb cunt that needs a mistress to care for it and provide it with training and discipline, Mad’am Smoak.”

“Now choose a number, from one to eight.”