An unexpected opportunity for Jenna

On Wednesday evening after finishing her homework, Jenna lay on the leather couch in her living room watching the video Lauren had sent her. The beautiful redhead had been tasked with using a vibrator on her pussy during all business calls for the week. Of course, having an orgasm was forbidden. Jenna smiled as Lauren struggled to stay composed and abruptly ended her call before she went over the edge.

The sound of the doorbell filled the air and Jenna let out a frustrated growl as she closed the video and walked to the front door. She opened the door and was surprised to see Antonio and her dad standing there. Her dad, Jacob Micheals was a tall well built man in his mid-forty's. His dark hair was beginning to grey slightly at his temples. As always, he was dressed professionally in a dark blue suit with a red tie and white undershirt.

"Daddy, Antonio, what brings you by?" she asked as she stepped aside and motioned the two men in.

Jacob looked at his daughter with a prideful smile. "Antonio told me what you've been doing here," he said placing a hand on her shoulder.

"H-he has?" Jenna asked nervously. Her dad didn't look angry, but he was notoriously hard to read.

"Yes, going after what or should I say who you want, training other women to serve you. I am very proud of you, Princess."

"Thanks, Daddy," Jenna said as she let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding.

"How would you like to put your skills to use? It could be very lucrative for you."

"I'm listening," Jenna said, her interest piqued.

"I have a client who recently acquired her first ****, and she's been having trouble with her. She's quite the willful thing. My client has offered a million dollars, I can refer her to you."

"That's quite the offer," but I don’t know if I have the room here," Jenna said, almost not believing what she was hearing. "I mean I'm about to take on another **** of my own."

"Lexi Wilkens, I know," Jacob said with a nod. "I have a facility not far from here, an old farm with buildings that have been remodeled for keeping and training slaves. If you want, you can run it, I've already told the people I have working there to treat you as they do me and follow your orders."

She was sure she knew the farm he was speaking of. It was an old farm a few miles further down the highway. It was a large farm with several outbuildings and a large house that looked as if it came out of a storybook. Possibilities began running through her mind, all of the ways she could humiliate Lexi, Diane, Melissa, Mia, Bethany, Elissa, and even her willing **** Lauen. To top it off, she would have a staff to help her and make sure everything was going as she desired.

“What does this client of yours want out of this girl?” Jenna asked now heavily considering the offer.

“She wants a compliant **** that will follow her orders. She said, and I quote, ‘Do whatever you like to her.’”

“I’m not saying I won’t do it, but why doesn’t she?”

Jacob shrugged his shoulders. “Same reason people send their dogs to obedience school. They want the dog but lack the will or ability to make it obey them.”

“'A million dollars, huh?”

“Yep.”

“How long do I have to train her?”

“Until she is satisfied. However, she would like to visit every couple of weeks to see her ****’s progress.”

“Sound’s fair enough to me,” Jenna said with a shrug. “When do I start training her?”

“She’s at the farm. I can take you there now if you like.”

“Let’s go,” Jenna said with a broad smile. She already had the auction block set up in her basement to bring in some money. A place to train slaves for other women could be a very, very profitable operation.

After a short drive Jenna, Jaccob, and Antonio arrived at the very farm that she had suspected. When they arrived several of the men and women that worked for her dad greeted them. They were all dressed professionally.

“Would you like to say anything, Princess?” Jacob asked looking at Jenna with a prideful smile.

Jenna took a calming breath before taking a small step forward. “Hello everyone, my dad has told me of our task. I look forward to working with each of you, and as you have worked with my dad and Antonio for some time, I’m sure I will value your input.” As she finished her short speech, the assembled staff began to clap. “Dad, would you mind showing me the girl?”

“Right, this way,” Jaccob replied as he and Antonio began leading Jenna to one of the outbuildings.

The building she was being led to was long and somewhat narrow. When they walked in, Jenna saw that the building contained several makeshift ten-by-ten cells. She guessed there must have been around thirty of them in total, split evenly against the two long walls. Each of the cells contained a metal toilet, sink, and a small cot. The door of each cell consisted of several criss-crossing bars, the gaps between which were far too small to fit anything other than a finger through. Against the far wall of the building were several simple shower heads.

“Give me some clothes and let me out of here!” a voice yelled, cutting through the silence of the large area.

Jenna looked in the direction of the voice and saw the woman she had no doubt was her trainee in the first cell to her right-hand side. The woman she would be training was a tall African-American woman with long, tightly curling, black hair, perky breasts, and a bubble-shaped ass that was perhaps slightly large for her body, but Jenna had to silently admit she looked good.

Jenna strode over to the cell and looked directly into the woman’s dark brown eyes.

“Like it or not, you are someone’s property now,” Jenna said her tone low and stern. She was more annoyed than anything when the African-American girl looked at her defiantly. “What’s your name girl?”

“Let. Me. Go,” she replied as she made a vain attempt to stare Jenna down.

“Her mistress has not renamed her, but her name is Angelise,” one of the women who worked for Jaccob said as she made her way over to where Jenna stood.

“Thank you, umm…” Jenna said as she looked over at the dark-haired woman that had spoken.

“Felicia, Ma’am.”

“Thank you, Felicia, and please, just call me Jenna,” she replied. “Dad, this is just a holding area. Can you show me some other areas, preferably one where I can teach this bitch some respect for her betters?”

A smile came to Jaccob’s face as he watched his daughter stare down the woman she would be training on his client's behalf. “She’s a chip off the ol’ block,” he thought. “Of course, Princess,” he said. “I’ll show you to the building used for providing general discipline. Felicia, would you and a couple of other staffers mind bringing her along in ten minutes or so?” he asked as he pointed to the woman in the cell.

“Of course, Mister Micheals,” Felicia said with a nod.

Jacob led his daughter to an extremely large building that Jenna knew had at one time been used to store farm equipment given its size compared to the other buildings, the only building that might have been larger was the house itself. Jenna’s eyes went wide and she let out a gasp as she entered the building. The walls were lined with every kind of paddle, strap, whip, dildo, vibrator, various types of nipple clamps, and restraints imaginable. Throughout the open floor of the large building organized into neat rows and columns were several pieces of bondage furniture.

“Wow, this place puts my dungeon at my lake house to shame,” Jenna thought as she looked around the room in awe. She looked around seeing among the seemingly endless options she saw a spanking bench, a whipping post, a chair with its seat removed with chains attached to it leading up to the ceiling, a Saint Andrews Cross, a padded sawhorse, a padded barrel turned on its side, and held up by two sturdy looking wooden legs, two leather-topped bondage tables, one sitting on four thick legs, the other on a heavy support frame that held it at a forty-five-degree angle, and a plexiglass tank with a single heavy chain attached to the bottom of it. On the outside of the tank was a valve that Jenna guessed would fill the tank with water, and the lever just above the valve that she guessed would drain the tank. There was truly no end to the ways she could teach Angelise to respect and fear her. She knew that’s all it would truly take to break Angelise’s will. Teaching Angelise to fear her would make her obey her mistress, otherwise, there would always be the threat of of being sent to learn from Jenna again.

“These will all do nicely,” she said as she looked over at her father. “But, I think we should start with something simple; bring her in here and strap her face down to this table,” she said as she placed her hand on the padded bondage table on four legs.

Jacob nodded and left only to return five minutes later with a still-defiant-looking Angelise and a couple of the women from earlier. Jacob and one of the other women lead a naked Angelise into the room while Felicia follows behind pushing between the naked woman’s shoulder blades, forcing her forward. Angelise was quickly and efficiently strapped and cuffed face down on the bondage table, leaving her completely helpless.

Jenna walked over to Angelise, grabbed her hair, and **** her to look at her. "You will learn to properly address your betters and to be obedient. How much you suffer before you learn, is up to you," she said before letting go of Angelise's hair. "I am to be called 'Miss Jenna' at all times and my staff will be addressed as 'Sir' or 'Ma'am.' Now let me hear you address me properly. Angelise remained silent. "Have it your way," Jenna said, her voice carrying a hardened edge.

Jacob watched as Jenna walked over to a wall with every kind of implement imaginable. "Come on, Princess, show us all what you can do," he thought as he watched her run her hand over several straps, paddles, whips, and canes before selecting a thin black cane about two feet long. She tested it, first taking two practice strokes making the cane whistle as it sliced through the air. Happy with the way it felt as she swung it, Jenna then held it in both hands and tried bending the cane finding that the darkly colored wood had a slight flex.

She made her way to Angelise and pressed the cane down onto Angelise’s ass so that it went completely across the ample fleshy mounds. "You only have yourself to blame for this, Angelise. I want you to remember that," she said as she slowly raised the cane, paused for a moment to let Angelise’s anticipation build, and then brought it down sharply. Once again, the cane sliced through the air with a shrill whistle before it came down hard and with a loud crack! across both of Angelise’s fleshy mounds causing her to hiss through her teeth. She clenched her fists, refusing to give Jenna the satisfaction of hearing her scream.

Jenna repeated the process over and over, each time leaving a welt where the cane had been.

After ten minutes of this, Jenna stopped to catch her breath. Angelise’s behind was now covered in dark welts but Jenna could see that Angelise seemed to be able to take more. "Are you going to be a good girl and call me 'Miss Jenna' now?" she asked sweetly as she ran her hand over the abused globes.

Angelise spat in defiance at her tormentress. "That's it," Jenna said as she marched back to the wall of implements and picked up a wooden paddle. This time she didn't even bother to warm up as she brought the paddle down hard on Angelise’s ass, causing her to scream out in pain as her whole body twisted in an attempt to get away from the onslaught. Again and again, the paddle landed on Angelise’s abused globes, each time with a sound that echoed through the large dungeon. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK," Angelise screamed. That was all it took for her resolve to crumble as she finally called out for mercy, "I submit! I submit! Please, Miss Jenna!"

Jenna smirked as she walked back to the wall of implements with a triumphant smile on her face.

“Now, that you’ve learned that much,” Jenna said as she hung the paddle back on its hook, and walked back to Angelise, who was sobbing on the table. “your real training can begin.”

“What do you have in mind, Princess?” Jacob asked. “I knew she would have a talent for this as soon as Antonio told me what she was up to.”

“Well, since she’s owned by another woman, I think I’ll make sure she’s c competent pussy eater,” Jenna answered before she began scanning the room. “Get her off of that table, and on her knees where she belongs. Men, out.” At Jenna’s command, three of the female staff including Felicia, began releasing Angelise from the table only to pull her off and **** her onto her knees.

“What now, Jenna?” Felicia asked, suspecting she knew the answer.

Jenna smiled at Felicia before she removed her shorts and panties, and then sat on the table. “Eat me,” Jenna said with a smile. When Angelise did not move, Felicia grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face into Jenna’s neatly trimmed pussy. Angelise whined slightly before beginning to awkwardly. “Someone get a riding crop,” she said with a growl. Wordlessly, a dark-haired woman went over to the wall of implements. She selected a long crop made of dark red leather.

“Will this do, Ma’am?” the woman asked.

“Yes, and again it’s just ‘Jenna,’” Jenna said with an amused laugh. “Now, would you mind giving her some ‘encouragement?’ I didn’t catch your name.”

“Katherine, Ma’… Jenna and I love to,” Katherine replied before making a backhanded swing with the riding crop striking Angelise’s ass with well-practiced ease.

Angelise yelped in pain, her ass still extremely sore from the paddling, and her actions on Jenna’s pussy intensified. “That’s better,” Jenna moaned as Angelise got into the spirit of things.

Felicia couldn’t help but admire the way Jenna reduced Angelise to a quivering sobbing mess. Felicia and Katherine took turns, delivering strokes of the crop as encouragement for Angelise’s efforts with their fists in her hair as they guided her head in circles around Jenna’s clit. It wasn’t long before Jenna came with a loud moan that echoed through the room.

“Well, how was her tongue, Jenna?” Felicia asked with a smile.

“She needs more practice for sure,” Jenna replied as she began pulling up her panties and shorts. “So, here’s what we’ll do. Until I come back to check on her after school on Friday before my slaves arrive at my lake house, I want her eating one of you out every hour between 6:00 AM and 10:00 PM. She will have ten minutes to make eight minutes whoever she’s eating cum. If she doesn’t she get’s six swats from whatever implement the woman she ate wants to use on her.”

“Jenna, I am going to love working with you,” Felicia laughed. In front of them, having heard what the next forty-eight hours would be like for her, Angelise began to sob again.

What will happen next? Answer in comments.

A) Lexi’s very unhappy birthday.

B) Angelise’s training continues

C) Elissa finds out where she will be spending the weekend

D) Something else. What?