Chapter 13

Starting to Learn

Collette, Fara, Daphne, and Anna had spent a restful night in the dormitory that had been set up for them on the top floor of the Sunrise Tea Parlour. “Not very comfortable,” Tsai Linn had said as she had shown them the small room, with its four simple beds ranged along one wall, “but you will be too busy to worry.”

Certainly, the accommodation was simple but the beds were comfortable enough and, given how hard they were working, the girls found it easy to get a good night’s sleep. Next day, they were up early and ready to start.

Tsai Linn and Liu Wei joined the group of four trainees. The girls had been chatting together, wondering what the morning class would bring, but were now waiting attentively.

Four male slaves, naked and collared, had been brought up from their cages in the basement and were now kneeling in the middle of the room.

“Tell me. Here are four males. How can we stop runaways?” Tsai Linn smiled at her class.

The trainees were standing in a room, with a bare wooden floor. The room, over the Tea Parlour, had been used as a store room for some of the Sunrise imports. A pile of boxes with the company’s logo stood in one corner. Now though, with most of its floor cleared, it was where Fara and her friends were to start the JUMIST Junior Mistress Training Programme, beginning to follow the discipline of Kòngzhì Rén. Liu Wei sat on the pile of boxes watching. She didn’t look happy at having to sit by while Tsai Linn did the talking.

On the end wall, framed in a glass case, hung a beautiful, black silk qipao — the symbol of the girls’ goal. An elaborate dragon embroidered in red silk stretched from the shoulder to the hem. Its silent presence was as much a warning to the men as it was an encouragement to the girls.

The four girls looked at one another. They were all uncertain and none of them was anxious to take the initiative. Standing there in their plain, white silk qipao’s, they looked like a row of medical students listening to the words of some distinguished consultant and reluctant to take the risk of saying something foolish. Tsai Linn, in her yellow and blue Sun Rise uniform, paused for a few moments to see if any of them would come forward with an idea.

“Please imagine – this man is yours.” Tsai Linn clipped a leash to Bernard’s collar and pulled him forward. Caught off balance, Bernard almost fell as he shuffled forward on his knees. The first girl, Collette, pulled a face as much as to say “No thanks!” and Tsai Linn responded, “Yes, not pleasant idea but please pretend.” The other girls giggled. “He is bigger than me. Maybe he wants to abscond. He is stronger than me. How can I stop him? Remember the four paths and the four pressure points.” She looked down at Bernard who at least had the sense to keep his head bowed, not daring to be caught staring either at Tsai Linn or her pupils.

The students stood in silence while thinking how to couch their answers in terms of the Path of the Hand, the Path of the Rope, the Path of the Cane, and the Path of the Look and the four pressure points of Pain, Pleasure, Humiliation and Fear.

“The Path of the Rope — Tie him up?” Collette volunteered.

“Good,” Tsai Linn welcomed her input. “How about more ideas?”

“Ankle chains,” one of the other girls said.

“Chain his collar to the wall. Or put him in a cage or a cellar or something.”

Liu Wei yawned and looked bored. She got up from her seat and walked around the room, fiddling with some of the instruments of restraint and punishment that hung on the walls. Tsai Linn gave her a mildly irritated look but carried on with her class.

“All good ideas,” Tsai Linn encouraged. “How about making slave keep himself in place?”

One of the girls laughed. “You can’t do that! They’d just walk off.”

“What might stop that?” The girls looked puzzled for a while. Tsai Linn dropped Bernard’s leash. The four girls saw him shoot a worried glance at her as she walked away from him, obviously concerned about what was to happen next. Tsai Linn walked back towards Bernard. As she drew level with him, without thinking he dropped his head to the floor.

“See. This is instinct for him. He knows this is what he does. No command needed. No whip. No cane. He is own slave keeper.” Tsai Linn reached forward and gripped Bernard’s hair at the back of his head. She pulled his head up until he was looking up at her, his face only inches from hers. “You want to leave, round eye? You want to go no-sponsor?”

The girls could see that the look on Bernard’s face was one of pure terror. He shook his head vigorously. Just the thought of trying to make his way on the edge of the law was enough to make him feel panic.

“See. If male know he better off with you, he stay. If male know he worse off without you, he stay. If male afraid of what you might do when he go, he stay. If male uncertain, he stay. This is Pressure of Fear.”

“So our best bet is to make them understand that staying is their best option, either because they are afraid of going or because ….”

“Because they like being treated as they are…” the girl on her right, Fara, interrupted, “Pressure of Pleasure!”

“Exactly,” Tsai Linn replied with a smile. “Keeping males is like walking tight-rope – we must be circus performers. Sometimes cruel, sometimes kind, but always in charge. So sometimes we use chains or ropes or cages, but this just to show he depend on us. Come here.” She waved to Fara, the girl who had just spoken, to join her. ”See what you can make of this one.”

The girl looked a bit shy for a moment but straightened her back and stepped forward. She didn’t bother to take the cane that Tsai Linn offered but just stepped up to where Bernard’s head was pressed close to the floor. Fara wasn’t certain what to do but then, she told herself, keeping this slave in order couldn’t be any harder than bullying her boyfriend. Jim. She thought back to a time when she’d been teasing him, pretending to be a New Order agent that had arrested him.

“You,” she barked. “Look at me!”

Bernard slowly turned his eyes upwards to see the girl seeming to tower above him. She stood with her hands on her hips, square on to him. The white silk of her dress clung tightly to her figure. A breath of air in the room disturbed the way that her qipao hung, giving Bernard a brief glimpse of her thigh. She grinned widely as she noticed the flicker of lust in his eyes.

“You just love this, don’t you?” she sneered.

Bernard would have loved to be able to say no, but he couldn’t. The look in his eye, his whole demeanour, the stiffness of his cock, all gave him away.

“Go on, kiss my shoe.” She pushed one foot towards him and he lunged towards it eagerly. “You’ll do anything to know you can get some more of this, won’t you?” she laughed, peering down her nose, with a mocking expression on her face.

Bernard, unable to deny it, could only set his lips to the toe of her shoe. The rest of the girls joined in with clapping and laugher until Tsai Linn brought things to a halt.

“There! See, males are own worst enemy. All we need to do is give them chance to obey. Too few brains, too much dick. Miss Fara, very good – excellent demonstration of the Path of the Look and the Pressure of Pleasure.”

Fara smiled smugly and then bestowed a contemptuous look at the other males as they knelt patiently as she walked back to join the other girls. The men all looked helplessly down at their stiffening pricks as the four girls came forward in their tight white qipaos so that each of them could clip a leash to the collar of one of the men for a practice session.

It was only then that Fara noticed Mary Tang, who had slid silently into the room and was standing at the back watching all that was going on. With her black qipao and her equally black hair, she blended into the shadows at the back of the room. She stood with her left hand on her hip. Her right arm, pale as porcelain, hung by her side. A curl of smoke drifted up from the cigarette she held. She brought it to her lips, took a slow deep draw and then exhaled. A moment later she was gone; the cloud of cigarette smoke, still hanging in the air, was the only sign that she had been present.

Liu Wei passed along the line giving each of the girls a long-handled cane.

None of the girls was completely new to the challenge of dominating males. Either, like Fara, they had bullied boyfriends in adolescence or they had watched as their mothers dealt with the males in their homes. Even so, it was a new experience for all of them to be confronted with naked adult males waiting on their every command.

“Do we have to put up with THAT?” Collette pointed with her cane at the engorged cock of the slave whose leash she was holding.

“Just the problem of having to deal with men,” Liu Wei replied, unhelpfully.

“Hmm,” Tsai Linn responded with a scowl at her colleague. “This is a difficult conundrum. Some males enjoy punishment, some do not enjoy punishment but are still aroused by it. When you use cane or belt or strap or any punishment tool you have a difficult path to tread and must be clear to yourself what you are trying to do. In my experience, the more you beat them the more aroused they become. Best to ignore it. Let him ache — it will sap his will and force him to think of other things. Later we will see ways to solve this — keeping cocks caged and balls empty.”

Collette and the other girls nodded.

“Now, we use Path of the Cane to get men to stand and kneel as we want. See poster.” Tsai Linn pointed to a chart on the wall. “Each has one-word command — stand, kneel, bow, so on. Use the tip of the cane to let the slave know how he should place himself. Use the shaft of the cane if he is not paying sufficient attention to your instructions. Try each position in turn.”

The girls started the exercise, some with more success than others. Liu Wei intervened a few times to help Daphne as she found it difficult to guide the long cane. “Hold with a loose wrist to guide with the tip, use the cane as an extension of your arm to strike with the shaft,” she advised.

Daphne tried again with a little more success, but it was clear that her man was confused about what she wanted him to do. Fara and Anna seemed to cope, but Collette was the star of the class— soon getting her man standing, kneeling, lying face down, or crouching —with just the touch of the tip of her cane.

After an hour’s work, Tsai Linn clapped her hands. “Enough for now,” she said. “Good work, ladies. Go have break for tea.”

After the girls had left the room, Tsai Linn rounded on Liu Wei. “What is your problem? These girls are trying hard. You’re no help at all.”

A sulky Liu Wei responded. “Stupid games! Western girls have no idea. Playing at domination. Cha!”

“No. That’s why Madam Chao want us to do this. Sure, they not Empress Wu, but they are trying. That Fara, she has some skill, some instinct for it.”

“She think she can get black qipao, she crazy. She not last a minute in Shanghai correction house.”

“No, and she not have to. English males much less difficult to dominate. Give the girls a chance!”

Liu Wei shook her head and turned to piles of equipment that had been used in the lesson. “You,” she snapped at Bernard, who with the others was still kneeling at one end of the room, “put these away then all you get back to cages.”

The four men looked happy to be excused from further efforts but being sent back to the cramped conditions of the cages was hardly much of a respite.