The Interns

Chapter XI----Suckle's Submissive Orientation Continues to Surface

[This chapter dedicated to regine]

Miss Tamala had stepped out of the shower stall shutting the glass door and leaving Suckle sitting on the floor. She let Suckle there for a few minutes with the misty perfumed water dripping all over her body while she regained her composure again after the wonderful job Suckle had done on her pussy. Miss Tamala was really proud of the way Suckle had responded to her training lessons. She was proud of the fact that Suckle voluntarily lapped at her vagina juices after her orgasm and brought her down from her sexual high in a very slow manner.

"Little bastard even kissed my feet without being told," Miss Tamala was thinking. "That's a sure sign of devotion and worship. But she needs a lot more training if I am going to domesticate her," she continued thinking to herself.

Miss Tamala walked over to the shower stall and opened the glass door. Suckle looked like a soaked rag doll sitting on the floor, facing downward with her sopping wet hair hanging down covering her face. Miss Tamala reached over and shut the valve controlling the slowly dripping misty water off.

"Get up bitch," Miss Tamala told Suckle. "You have work to do. What the hell, do you expect me to dry myself?"

"Yes Mistress ... I mean no Mistress ... yes ... Suckle ..." Suckle was trying to acknowledge Miss Tamala's order and at the same time answer the question she was asked and ended up stammering in a weak tired sounding voice.

"Oh shut the fuck up, you stupid whore," Miss Tamala yelled at Suckle pretending to lose patience with Suckle knowing that she had confused her with her order and question. Miss Tamala always jumped on a chance to confuse and insult Suckle knowing what effect this had on Suckle's mind and what was remaining of her self esteem. "You're so damn dumb you can't even answer a simple question."

Suckle had a shattered expression on her face after being scolded by her Mistress. She had so much wanted a 'good girl' and some 'petting' from Miss Tamala especially after the effort she had put into sucking her pussy, bringing her to a climax and working so hard to please her by doing the things she thought she would enjoy. Instead, her thought processes were telling her she was a 'bad' girl again.

Miss Tamala threw a very large soft Turkish towel at Suckle. "Get busy drying me and be very careful. Just pat my skin dry with slow soft patting motions. Let the thick and fluffy towel absorb the water. Never rub the towel on my skin. Remember, your Mistress has very delicate and beautiful skin and it is your responsibility to care for it at all times. Do you understand," Miss Tamala said to the soaking wet Suckle.

Miss Tamala had made a subtle and cunning change in speaking to Suckle. She was now referring to herself as 'Mistress' something she hadn't done on a regular basis before. This was very important in the implanting in Suckle's mind that she was a very special and imperious person that was superior to her in every way.

"Yes Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered listening very intently to Miss Tamala's directive.

Suckle picked up the towel and walked in front of Miss Tamala. She looked up into the face of the taller woman and started to move the towel toward Miss Tamala face. But she stopped. Suckle was so afraid she would be making a mistake by patting Miss Tamala's face. "Am I allowed to touch her there?" Suckle was thinking. I don't know if I am allowed to touch Mistress's face ... I don't know ...," Suckle had a very bewildered expression on her face.

"Mistress ... uh ... uh ... Mistress Tama ...," Suckle voice was cracking.

"Now what the fuck is the matter with you," Miss Tamala yelled at Suckle.

"I ... Suckle didn't know if she was allowed to touch your face Mistress," Suckle managed to get it out in a little meek sounding voice. Being chastised twice in so short a period of time brought a fear in Suckle that she had never felt before. She could have sworn the inside of her stomach was doing flips.

She bowed her head down while waiting for an answer from Miss Tamala.

Dr. Mary had walked over and was watching the interchange between Miss Tamala and Suckle. She stood back from them so she could observe them without interfering.

Miss Tamala reached over and put her hand under Suckle's chin and lifted her head upward so she was facing her. "You are the stupidest white whore Mistress has ever come across. Do you know that?" Miss Tamala spoke right into Suckle face in a soft tone of voice.

"Yes Mistress," answered Suckle.

"Do you have any idea how dumb you are?" Miss Tamala said to Suckle in the same voice still holding her chin in the palm of her hand.

"Yes Mistress," answered Suckle again.

"Well then ... you just go ahead and tell your Mistress how dumb you are," Miss Tamala said to Suckle leading her into the 'acknowledgment' trap again, just how Dr. Mary had taught her.

"Suckle ... Suckle is the stupidest white whore Mistress has ever come across," Suckle said feeling a very disappointing sensation deep within her heart as she heard her own voice confirming her stupidity. Suckle felt sorry for herself for being so dumb ... and she surmised that her Mistress was not satisfied with her.

"Pull that stool over here for Mistress to sit on," Miss Tamala said to Suckle leaving go of her chin. "Then I am going to teach you how to care for your Mistress after she has bathed."

"Yes Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered as she got the stool and brought it over for Mistress Tamala to sit on. Suckle put the stool behind Miss Tamala and waited for her to sit down. But ... she wasn't making any move to sit down.

As Suckle was going to get the stool Dr. Mary had walked over by Miss Tamala. As she walked in front of Miss Tamala she winked at her. Miss Tamala took that wink as a signal that Dr. Mary was going to 'contribute' to Suckle's training at this point.

"Do you know what part of your Mistress's superior and beautiful body is going to touch the stool," Dr. Mary said to Suckle in a teaching mode of voice that Suckle now knew was becoming a indicator that she had better be listening very carefully so she didn't upset Dr. Mary by making her repeat herself. Suckle was heeding the warnings of her Mistress's to not make them waste their valuable breath on her.

Dr. Mary had changed from her 'medical scrub clothes' into a very shiny silk light mint colored robe. The color of the robe blended beautifully with, and highlighted the dark color of her skin. The robe was only held closed by a tie belt around Dr. Mary's waist. The cleavage was deep and the silk material strained mightily trying to contain the very large breasts of Dr. Mary. Dr. Mary's breasts were much larger than Miss Tamala's and combined with her broad shoulders, wide hips and that ass, that beautiful ass that extended outward so sharply from her body it would make one wonder if there was any 'panty material' strong enough to contain those fine ass cheeks ... all these combined 'assets' gave Dr. Mary a commanding appearance.

Suckle was truly afraid of Dr. Mary. Maybe it was because of the fact that Dr. Mary radiated a more 'masculine' appearance than Miss Tamala or maybe it was because she had a medical background. Suckle wasn't sure.

With Miss Tamala, the fear Suckle felt wasn't in the same category. The fright that Suckle experienced from Miss Tamala came to her because she was worried she wouldn't please her and therefore would be punished and not accepted by her Mistress.

With Dr. Mary it was pure unadulterated fear that Suckle felt throughout her body.

"Ah ... yes Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle replied.

"Ok, then tell me what part of your Mistress's body will be touching the stool," Dr. Mary said.

"Ah ... yes Madame Dr. Mercy ... ah ... it's Mistress's ... ah ... it's," Suckle was trying to think how she should describe that part of Miss Tamala's body. During her 'past' life, Suckle had never used anything other than what she considered 'proper' language. Words like 'tits,' 'cunt,' 'pussy,' or 'ass' were just words that Suckle would not use because they made her feel 'dirty.' Even when she was with other girls at college she would refrain from speaking that way. Now, the 'old proper' Suckle was struggling to find some way to answer Dr. Mary's question.

"Ah ... it's Mistress's back ... her ... Suckle thinks its Mistress's as ... it's ... Mistress's 'ass' is going to touch the stool." Suckle thought she knew what Dr. Mary wanted to hear. She struggled to get it out, still fearful it might not be the correct word, but somewhere, something told her this is what Dr. Mary wanted to hear from her. Maybe it was the training she had been undergoing ... or maybe it was just the fact that she was beginning to really feel like she was a dirty whore so it was alright to use these words anymore.

"Doesn't Mistress Tamala's whore think her Mistress's ass should be respected?" Dr. Mary asked Suckle like it was the most natural thing to say.

"Yes Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle replied.

Miss Tamala stood still listening intently at her 'partner' training Suckle. It brought a knowing smile to Miss Tamala's face. "It's so much fun to watch and hear Dr. Mary at work," she was thinking to herself. "It is so exciting to listen to Dr. Mary twist and turn Suckle's mind like it was a piece of putty.

"Now how do you suppose Mistress's whore should show her respect?" Dr. Mary asked in demure voice, stringing Suckle along.

Suckle tried so hard to think ... but thinking or trying to reason was becoming harder and harder for Suckle now. She knew Dr. Mary expected correct answers when she asked her questions. That unadulterated fear of Dr. Mary was flowing throughout her body ... fear like she had never experienced in her prior life.

"I ... Suckle thinks ... Suckle thinks she ...," Suckle was giving up. The fear of not answering Dr. Mary correctly took its toll. Suckle hung her head down and started to cry. The sobs weren't loud but from the low sniffling sounds coming from Suckle as she sucked in air through her nostrils in little spurts, it was clear she had been defeated again in her attempt to do what was expected of her. "Suckle ... Suckle doesn't know Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle said in between the sniffling sobs.

Dr. Mary walked around to the front of Miss Tamala. They exchanged broad smiles. Dr. Mary placed a light kiss on Miss Tamala's lips and Miss Tamala reciprocated with a kiss of her own. They were both experiencing that sexual overriding thrill that comes from having a dominant personality and from "breaking down' and gaining full authoritative control of someone with a submissive personality.

Dr. Mary walked back around to the sobbing Suckle again ... the still soaking wet Suckle ... Suckle, with her head hanging down, still holding on to the large soft fluffy Turkish towel that she was suppose to dry her Mistress with.

Dr. Mary 'puppy petted' Suckle's head again with slow soft strokes. "Do you have something to dry this bitch with?" she asked Miss Tamala.

"Well don't use my towel," Miss Tamala replied. "I don't want to waste my good towels on that ugly bitch. Look, there's that burlap bag that the straw for the garden came in over there. Why don't you use that," Miss Tamala continued in her reply to Dr. Mary.

"Yeah, that will be fine," Dr. Mary answered as she went over and picked up the burlap bag off of the basement floor. Dr. Mary shook the burlap bag after she picked it up off the floor. Dust, little pieces of straw and even little pieces of burlap material filled the air.

"Wow, this damn thing is really dirty," Dr. Mary said to no one in particular. "But I guess it is all right to use to dry the whore's hair anyway."

Dr. Mary walked back to where Suckle stood with her head hung down. "Sit on the stool Suckle," Dr. Mary said to Suckle.

"Yes Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle answered as she sat on the stool. Miss Tamala was still standing with her back toward the now sitting Suckle. Suckle's head was only twenty inches from the beautiful bronze colored ass of Miss Tamala.

Dr. Mary started to rub Suckle's wet hair with the burlap bag. Not only was a light coating of dust being transferred to Suckle's hair but there were pieces of straw and burlap material falling loosely and becoming entwined in the strands of her hair.

"Why is our whore Suckle crying?" Dr. Mary asked Suckle in that soft motherly tone of voice.

"I ... Suckle doesn't know Madame Dr. Mercy", Suckle answered from underneath the dusty burlap being used to dry her hair.

"Is it because Suckle is too dumb to know how to pay her respects to her Mistress's ass?" Dr. Mary asked, again in that same tone of voice.

"Yes Madame Dr. Mercy," replied Suckle. The soft motherly tone of Dr. Mary's questions was easing the apprehension in Suckle's mind just a little bit. Suckle had almost stopped sobbing as Dr. Mary, satisfied that Suckle's head was dried enough, threw the burlap bag on the floor.

Dr. Mary went over to another cabinet and came back with a very large jar of Vaseline Petroleum Jelly, a large comb and an eight inch long tube that was four inches in diameter and made of woven straw. Dr. Mary had bought this tube from some natives in Africa on one of her visits. Miss Tamala would look over her shoulder once in a while to watch Dr. Mary and Suckle.

"Suckle the whore doesn't have to feel bad," Dr. Mary spoke in that almost magical tone of voice that Miss Tamala knew she was using to embed thoughts in Suckle's mind. "Your Mistress and Dr. Mary know you have a feeble mind. Would Suckle the whore like Dr. Mary to teach her how to respect her Mistress's ass?" Dr. Mary continued speaking directly into Suckle's ear while applying a thick coat of Vaseline in Suckle's hair.

"Yes Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle answered meekly.

"Well now little slut," Dr. Mary continued, "tell Dr. Mary what Suckle the whore wants to learn." As Dr. Mary was talking to Suckle, she had combed and pulled the thickly Vaseline coated hair of Suckle into a point on the very top of her head. The coating of Vaseline was so thick that Suckle's hair raised straight up from the top of her head to a height of ten inches and could remain in one stack by itself without any kind of support. Suckle's hair was pulled tightly up from the sides of her face and the front and back of her head until it was in one thick stack on the top of her head.

"Suckle the whore wants to learn how to respect Mistress Tamala's ass," Suckle replied, her voice much more at ease now.

"Oh oh," Miss Tamala broke in the conversation, speaking to Dr. Mary. "You're going to get me hot enough to start dripping again if you are going to make the bitch do what I think you are going to make her do doctor dear," Miss Tamala continued her voice rising in a teasing manner.

"Ha, ha, ha ...," Dr. Mary laughed lightly at Miss Tamala's statement. "You've had a couple of orgasms today already my sweet black beauty. Don't go getting all hot and bothered on me too soon." As Dr. Mary was answering Miss Tamala, she slipped the straw woven tube over the stacked up hair on the top of Suckle's head until it came out the other end of the eight inch tube. Now all that was on Suckle's head was the heavily greased and flat hair that was pulled up from all angles of her head and pulled through the eight inch woven tube. Dr. Mary took the last two inches of Suckle's hair at the top of the tube, greased it some more with the Vaseline, and combed it straight down so it was hanging a few inches downward on all sides of the tube. If it wasn't for the brown color of Suckle's hair it would almost look like an eight inch palm tree on her head.

"Ha, ha, ha," Dr. Mary was laughing loudly this time. "If I could color Suckle's skin black she would look just like the African natives I saw on my trip to Africa," Dr. Mary continued.

Miss Tamala turned around to look. "Holy shit," Miss Tamala said. "The fucking bitch looks ridiculous! Wonderful my inventive doctor, you've out done yourself again. Shit, I want a picture of this. Take the bastard's picture. I want this one to keep and show to my friends," Miss Tamala was almost yelling in an excited voice.

Dr. Mary went over to get her electronic camera. When she came back she not only had the camera but she also brought the mirror. She handed the camera to Miss Tamala. "Here honey girl," she said to Miss Tamala. "You take the picture. I want one of me holding Suckle's head so everyone will know who her 'hairdresser' is," Dr. Mary continued laughing. Miss Tamala also joined in the laughter.

"Wait, wait," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala. "I want the bitch to see what she looks like." She bent down and with one hand held the mirror in front of Suckle's face and with the palm of the other hand she grabbed the back of Suckle's neck, her thumb on one side and her fingers on the other side.

"Look you little dumb whore," Dr. Mary said to Suckle pushing her face in front of the mirror. "See ... now you are our native whore."

Suckle was totally shocked. She looked at her once beautiful hair ... the hair she was once so proud of. The hair she used to devote so much time to make sure it was perfect. Now it was pulled straight back from all sides of her head until it went up the woven straw tube. The hair that was still on her head was 'pasted down' with what appeared to be greasy Vaseline. Suckle just stared in the mirror with an astonished look on her face.

"Oh look, Mistress Tamala," Dr. Mary said in a tone of voice mimicking someone who was very disappointed. "Our whore doesn't seem to like her new hairstyle. She isn't even thankful for all the work I did fixing her hair," Dr. Mary continued.

"Here darling, please hold the mirror for me a minute," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala. Dr. Mary handed the mirror to Miss Tamala. Then she straightened up and walked away for just a minute. Suckle still had the shocked look on her face as she stared at herself in the mirror. When Dr. Mary came back she had Miss Tamala's ivory cane-like implement in her right hand. She had walked up behind the sitting Suckle. Suckle was not aware that she had returned ... for just a minute!

Suckle heard a 'whoosing' sound. It almost sounded like a bomb that had been dropped from a high flying aircraft. The sound seemed to start far away and got louder and louder as it got closer. Then Suckle felt the pain ... a red hot shearing pain that started at the top of her shoulder blade and shot downward like lightning across her back.

It was as though the whole world stood still for a moment in time. All at once Suckle's mouth opened up and let out a bone chilling scream.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Suckle's voice reverberated throughout the basement in one long continuous scream. As Suckle gasped for breath trying to refill her now empty lungs, she heard the loud rough voice of Dr. Mary that she feared so much.

"You fucking good for nothing bastard," Dr. Mary yelled at Suckle. "I break my ass drying and fixing your hair and you don't even appreciate it. You didn't even say thank you."

Miss Tamala watched as she saw Dr. Mary again raise the ivory disciplining implement high above her head for the second time. Miss Tamala wasn't smiling. Sometimes when Dr. Mary got in this state of mind she even frightened her. Then Miss Tamala heard the 'whoosing' sound; she saw the ivory bend from the speed it was moving on the down stroke and then dig into Suckle's skin for the second time as though everything was in slow motion. Then the loud and chilling scream again left Suckle's mouth and seemed to bounce off the walls of the basement.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh," Suckle screamed twice in a row as she fell off the stool onto the floor. The second strike of the pure ivory cane on Suckle's back was even harder than the first. Suckle crumpled up in a ball, her knees rising up to her stomach in a natural reaction to the pain coming from her back. Suckle collapsed to the floor ending up in a fetal position, breathing heavily and crying in a loud voice.

Dr. Mary dropped the ivory cane on the floor. She too was breathing heavily. But Dr. Mary's heavy breathing wasn't from pain. It was from the sexual stimulation she felt in her loins from punishing Suckle. She walked over to Miss Tamala who still had a somewhat blank look on her face, the sounds of the hard ivory cane striking the soft white skin of Suckle's back still ringing in her ears. Dr. Mary took Miss Tamala's face in her hand. She kissed her on the lips, lingering a little longer than usual.

"Punishment is necessary honey girl," Dr. Mary said very softly to Miss Tamala. Dr. Mary began to fondle Miss Tamala's breasts, squeezing lightly and slowly rotating her finger around her nipples. "Remember," Dr. Mary continued speaking to Miss Tamala in a soft teaching tone of voice, "if you don't punish your bitches in a way that they will never forget they will be prone to make the same mistake again. Plus, you will never fully own them. If you don't make the punishment severe you will leave just a little bit of space in their mind that will never belong to you."

The fondling of Miss Tamala's breasts, plus the soft lecturing voice of Dr. Mary was making Miss Tamala excited. Dr. Mary could tell her protégé was coming back from the little bit of shock she felt watching Suckle's punishment. She could tell by the way Miss Tamala's nipples were responding to her fingers. She could tell because Miss Tamala was getting that 'horny' look on her face again.

"Nice stripes I put on her back, huh?" Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala while both of them were looking down at Suckle who was lying on the floor and still sobbing quite a bit. Dr. Mary had struck the blows from opposite angles to form red 'criss cross' welts on Suckle's back. "Notice that they are almost perfect where they meet in the middle," Dr. Mary continued in a sort of bragging tone of voice.

Miss Tamala turned to Dr. Mary and gave her a long passionate kiss. She put her arms around her so tight that the nipples on their breasts were pressed against one another. As Miss Tamala broke the embrace slightly she looked into Dr. Mary's eyes.

"I love you so very much," Miss Tamala said to Dr. Mary. "You are a wonderful and exciting woman darling." Then she looked down at Suckle. "Yes my darling doctor, I love the red stripes on Suckle's back." Miss Tamala was back to her true natural dominant orientation again. She was getting sexually aroused just looking at the crumpled up bitch on the floor close to her feet. For a moment she felt like an African queen who had just had Suckle placed at her feet as a human sacrifice. And Miss Tamala loved that feeling. She rubbed her thighs together in a back and forth motion trying to ease the excitement she felt building up there.

"Shall we get our pictures now?" Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala.

"Yes, I would like that," Miss Tamala replied.

Dr. Mary walked over to Suckle. She kicked her lightly in the ribs. "Get up," she said to Suckle in a lot calmer tone of voice.

Suckle heard the order from Dr. Mary and picked her head up slightly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Suckle kept blurting the words out rapidly over and over again in between sobs.

"Sshhhh, sssshhhh, ssshhhh," Dr. Mary was speaking to Suckle in a completely different tone of voice. She was playing the 'mother comforting her baby' role again. But the vicious welts on Suckle's back were still causing her lot of pain and she wasn't convinced her punishment was completed yet. She was so frightened and convinced that Dr. Mary was going to hit her again.

"Suckle's sorry ... Suckle's sorry Madame Dr. Mercy ... Suckle's sorry," Suckle was still crying out to Dr. Mary as though she was pleading for her life.

"Sssshhhh, ssshhhhh," Dr. Mary continued almost whispering to Suckle. Dr. Mary smiled at Miss Tamala as she noticed that Suckle had the wherewithal, even though she was really frightened, to correct herself by referring to herself in the third person. She was smiling at Miss Tamala as though she was saying: 'see ... training and punishment work. See how Suckle corrected herself even though she is still in pain.'

"Come on now ... up, up, up. Sit back down on the stool," Dr. Mary said to Suckle as she put her hands under Suckle's armpits in an effort to help her up.

"Yes Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle answered, her sobbing subsiding a little at a time.

"We still have to get your picture ... we want to get your pretty picture with your new hairdo," Dr. Mary said to Suckle in a cheery voice as though Suckle's vicious caning had not even happen at all.

Suckle was sitting back on the stool. Dr. Mary bent over again to look in Suckle's face. "Stop crying now. Mistress wants a happy picture of her whore. You want your Mistress to have a happy picture, don't you?"

"Yes Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle replied just about getting her sobbing under control.

"Good girl, good girl," Dr. Mary said to Suckle as she was patting the back of her head. "Oh look, she said to Miss Tamala. "Our little whore got some dirt on her face when her face was on the floor. Don't worry, Dr. Mary will fix it," she turned back and was now talking to Suckle again.

Dr. Mary picked the wet burlap material back up off the floor. She went back over to Suckle and turned her head sideways. "See, Suckle got dirt right here on the cheek of her ugly face," she said to Suckle. "Hold your head still now ... hold it still," she was directing Suckle.

Dr. Mary moved her face over to Suckle's face until it was only an inch from her cheek. She then gathered up a large amount of salvia in her mouth and with a loud, very distinct sound, spit it on Suckle's cheek. "There there now, we needed a little moisture," Dr. Mary said to Suckle as she saw Suckle's head recoil just a fraction of an inch when she felt Dr. Mary's spit hit her face. Dr. Mary wiped Suckle's face with the burlap cleaning the dirt from Suckle's face with her salvia.

Miss Tamala was starting to get really aroused now. Degradation always had this effect on Miss Tamala. She absolutely loved to degrade her bitches. The more Miss Tamala could debase and humiliate, the hotter her arousal would become. Watching Dr. Mary spit in Suckle's face got her 'motor' running again and her hand almost automatically dropped down between her legs to rub her pussy lips lightly. She bent over and with her other hand grasping Suckle's chin she tilted Suckle's face upward so she could look into her tear stained face.

"Wasn't that nice of Dr. Mary to clean your face for you?" Miss Tamala was speaking softly to Suckle. "And she was even good enough to use her own spit," she continued taunting Suckle, getting more and more excited as led her deeper and deeper in self degradation.

"Yes Mistress Tamala," Suckle meekly answered.

Dr. Mary was glad to see Miss Tamala getting back into the 'activities' again. It was always more fun when the two of them, working in tandem, took part in the training of the bitch. With the two of them contributing to Suckle's training at the same time, Suckle would tend to become more confused and much more susceptible to the submissive suggestions they were implanting in her mind. Besides, observing Miss Tamala getting 'turned on' always got Dr. Mary hot and bothered too.

"Don't you want to thank Madame Dr. Mercy," Miss Tamala said to Suckle still tilting her head upward.

"Yes Mistress," Suckle replied remembering what happened to her the last time she didn't thank Dr. Mary.

"Well, go ahead you jackass," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "Do I have to tell you to how do everything you dumb fucker." As soon as Miss Tamala got the words 'jackass' and 'dumb fucker' out of her mouth in reference to Suckle, she could feel her juices begin to build up in her vagina. It was so pleasurable for Miss Tamala to see Suckle's face as she guiding her along the path to becoming the 'brainless idiot' that Dr. Mary had promised her as a gift. Someone who would, in time, think about nothing but bringing pleasure to her Mistress.

Dr. Mary was really starting to get aroused listening to Miss Tamala working on Suckle. She could always tell when Miss Tamala was moving toward the top of her sexual arousal because she would always start using degrading terms on her bitch.

"Thank you Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle began. "Thank you for cleaning my face."

"Now listen you dumb piece of shit," Miss Tamala said to Suckle in a much louder and more serious tone of voice while squeezing her grip on Suckle's chin. "Mistress is getting very tired of your stupidity. I want you to try to think of the proper way to thank Dr. Mary. I'm going to count to ten and you had better do it in the correct manner or I will have to ask Dr. Mary to punish you again for me."

"One ...," Miss Tamala started counting.

"Oh God ... oh God," Suckle was whimpering. "I have to think ... I have to remember ... remember, remember, remember ...," Suckle was thinking to herself trying to get the correct words in her mind so she could get them out of her mouth.

"Two ... three ... four," Miss Tamala kept counting.

The expression on Suckle's face was priceless to Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary. They both loved to see the worried and fearful expression on Suckle's face as she struggled to 'think' of an answer. A few days ago, the old Lynn Langley would not have any problem at all with her memory. She had been a brilliant girl. But for the last two days, under the severe training of these two very beautiful and dominant African American women, her mind had been bombarded with suggestions of how 'dumb' and 'stupid' she was. Her mind was becoming altered to fit the desires of her trainers to the point where it was very difficult for Suckle to think of anything but bringing pleasure to her Mistress and Dr. Mary.

And now Suckle was being give a limited amount of time to come up with an answer to satisfy her Mistress or she would be punished again. She was struggling so hard to think she felt like crying again.

"Five ... six ... seven ...," Miss Tamala kept counting and squeezing Suckle's chin harder and harder. Suckle's heart was beating faster and faster and she felt like she would soon explode. She was even beginning to sweat a little. And all the time Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary were smiling, their sexual excitement very apparent by the licentious expressions on their faces.

"Eight ... nine ...," Miss Tamala continued raising her voice as she got closer to the deadline as a final warning to Suckle.

"I ... thank ... I mean ... Suckle thanks Dr. Mercy ... I ... thank you Madame Dr. Mercy for cleaning my ... Suckles face ... Suckles ugly face ... with your spit," Suckle finally got some words out her trembling mouth, stammering and stuttering all the way through it.

Miss Tamala left go of Suckles chin and immediately Suckle bowed her head down as though in shame. She was sure she had failed again to satisfy her Mistress with her answer. In her heart and mind, she really thought she was too dumb and stupid to be able to perform such a complicated task that her Mistress demanded of her. And she so much wanted to please her Mistress. As her head was bowed, a few tears dripped from her eyes and fell to the floor. It seemed like Suckle, who was once such a cheerful young lady as 'Lynn Langley' was almost always crying anymore.

Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary let Suckle sit in this position for a while anticipating what she thought would be her coming punishment for failure. They knew her self respect was at a complete low point at this time. This was when Dr. Mary was at her best and when Suckle's mind was pliable for implanting new thoughts and suggestions.

"Did you ever see such a pathetic piece of flesh and bones?" Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala loud enough for Suckle to hear. She reached over and got a hold of Suckle's ear squeezing it hard and pulling her head back upward. Then Dr. Mary reached over with her pretty dark skinned finger and started brushing the tears from Suckle's eyes.

"Poor little dumb whore," Dr. Mary started talking to Suckle in her 'motherly' voice again. "She tried so hard to thank me in the proper fashion. Poor little Suckle, she can't help it if she is dim-witted can she," Dr. Mary continued, directly the last statement to Suckle.

"No Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle sobbed almost so meekly that you couldn't hear her. "Suckle can't help it if she is dim-witted."

"Beautiful," Miss Tamala was thinking to herself. "Absolutely beautiful the way the 'master' Dr. Mary was manipulating Suckle's mind. It was almost like speaking into a tape recorder and then playing it back," she continued thinking to herself almost getting worked up into a sexual frenzy watching her 'tutor' at work.

Dr. Mary moved her hand down and started pulling lightly at Suckle's nipples. It only took a minute before Suckle's nipples stiffened. Dr. Mary looked up at Miss Tamala and winked at her. Miss Tamala knew this procedure that Dr. Mary was using on Suckle and the wink confirmed it. Dr. Mary was giving Suckle a 'reward' for her self degradation. This is something that would make a deep impression on Suckle's mind. Just like giving an animal a 'treat' for doing what you told it to do. Suckle was having her mind reinforced to equate rewards with obedience.

Dr. Mary knew all too well the effect her pulling on Suckle's nipples were having on her. She was beginning take short breaths, the sobbing was stopping and the expression on her face was changing.

"I accept your thank you whore," Dr. Mary said to Suckle. "You won't have to be punished this time."

"Oh thank you, thank you, Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle said with a big smile on her face. "Thank you, thank you," she continued as though she couldn't thank Dr. Mary enough.

Miss Tamala bent over Suckle again looking directly into her eyes. "Now isn't that wonderful of Dr. Mary to be so kind to you?" she asked Suckle.

"Oh yes, Mistress Tamala," Dr. Madame Mercy is so kind and wonderful to me," Suckle replied in a very sincere tone of voice.

"Yep, her mind is working just like a tape recorder," Miss Tamala thought to herself with a big sexual stimulated smile on her face.

"Now we have to get you ready for your happy pictures, don't we?" Dr. Mary said to Suckle.

"Yes, Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle replied. "Suckle the whore wants to make happy pictures for you." Suckle was reaching a new level of submission now. With her sexual passion going higher and higher from the effect Dr. Mary's hands were having on her nipples and motherly sounding voice was having on her mind, Suckle was even beginning to add self degrading words she felt would please Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala.

"Good, good girl," Dr. Mary said to Suckle. "Do you feel nice and warm and tingling down here," Dr. Mary continued as she reached down and rubbed her middle finger along Suckle's pussy lips.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle replied with a big smile on her face, her breathing coming in short gasps as she felt the sensation of Dr. Mary's finger. "Nice ... warm ... tingling ...," was saying in short out of breath squeals.

"Be a good whore now, make a big smile for the camera, make a big smile so we can make a happy picture," Dr. Mary was telling Suckle as though she was speaking to a very young child. "Be a good girl now and fold your hands behind your neck. Push your chest out so your tities stick out. Be a good whore and Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary will give you some nice rewards."

Miss Tamala looked down in amazement to see how fast Suckle compiled with all of Dr. Mary's directives. What was even more amazing was that the 'new' Lynn Langley, now known by the name of 'Suckle', a name her Mistress had given her was really enjoying it. Suckle had a very large smile on her face as she posed in the manner in which she was directed to. Her eyes were reflecting a glazed sexual filled appearance.

Miss Tamala took several pictures. Suckle was posed just as Dr. Mary directed her. In between pictures, Dr. Mary would pull on Suckle's nipples and rub her pussy to keep her at a sexual high without giving her any release. With Suckle in this emotional state of mind and with nothing but the thoughts of sex filling her mind she was just too happy to comply. After several more pictures, Dr. Mary told Miss Tamala she thought they should make a picture to keep in Suckle's file just in case there was ever any controversy over the relationship of Suckle with her Mistress's. "You can never be too careful," Dr. Mary told Miss Tamala.

Dr. Mary went over to a desk in her laboratory and got a twelve inch square piece of white cardboard and a black felt tip pin. She also brought over a tape recorder. On the square cardboard she wrote: 'I am a pussy eater and an ass licker,' in large very explicit block letters. Then she brought it over to Suckle. She pulled on Suckle's nipples a few more times to keep her stimulated and held the sign up so Suckle could read it.

"Can you read this sigh out loud for your Mistress and me?" Dr. Mary asked Suckle.

"Yes, Madame Dr. Mary," Suckle answered. "It says 'I am a pussy eater and an ass licker,' Suckle read.

"Good girl Suckle," Dr. Mary said to Suckle in a very pleased tone of voice that made Suckle feel like she had done something really good. "And Mistress Tamala and Dr. Mary know that you like to suck, right?" Dr. Mary again directed her question to Suckle.

"Yes, Madame Dr. Mary," Suckle replied.

"Good," Dr. Mary said to Suckle. Immediately Suckle felt a feeling of pride sweep through her. She was getting all these 'good' compliments from Dr. Mary and her submissive mind felt exhilarated by them. "Now we want the whole world to know what kind of a dirty whore you are, don't we?" Dr. Mary asked the sexually aroused Suckle again.

"Yes, Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle replied immediately with a smile on her face.

Dr. Mary brought the tape recorder over in front of Suckle. "Now, Mistress Tamala and Dr. Mary want you to hold this sign in front of you. Hold it low enough so everyone can see your tities. Then I want you to speak loud enough so we can record your voice while you tell the whole world what you are. Do you understand that?" Dr. Mary said to Suckle.

"Yes, Madame Doctor Mercy, Suckle understands," Suckle replied in an enthusiastic tone of voice.

Dr. Mary knew Suckle was ready for anything now. Just to make sure she pulled on Suckle's nipples a few more times and inserted two fingers in Suckle's vagina pumping her a few times. Then she handed Suckle the sign who immediately held it facing the camera just below her breasts.

Dr. Mary turned to Miss Tamala. "The bitch is ready to go. She's soaking wet. Are you ready with the camera?" Dr. Mary asked Miss Tamala.

"Yep, I'm ready darling," Miss Tamala replied.

"I'm really anxious to see how she does," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala. "This is where we see how good our training of this bitch is coming along, honey girl."

"Alright Suckle the whore, go ahead and start. Remember to speak loud enough so everyone can hear you and keep a happy smile on your face," Dr. Mary said to Suckle as she turned the tape recorder on.

"I am Suckle the whore. Suckle is a dirty whore. Suckle likes to suck pussy and to lick ass. Suckle is ugly. Suckle is dumb and stupid ... Suckle is ...," Suckle was speaking into the camera as though she didn't want to stop ... as though she was really proud to be doing what she was told to do by her Mistress's ... as though she had finally discovered her true sexual orientation ... and was enjoying admitting to the world that she was indeed what her Mistress's told her she was.

Dr. Mary shut the tape recorder off after Miss Tamala got several pictures.

"OK ... ok ... that's enough ... ok, that's enough Suckle," Dr. Mary was yelling at Suckle to stop her.

Dr. Mary went over and embraced Miss Tamala. They were both looking and laughing at the once pretty, proud and intelligent Suckle sitting on the stool, completely naked and holding that sign in front of her. She even kept that big smile on her face. It was becoming apparent to Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary that when Suckle was sexually and emotionally stimulated she was like a 'run away fright train' in her willingness to do anything to please them. It was also becoming apparent to Suckle, at least somewhere deep in her mind, that by pleasing and obeying her Mistress's, she herself was becoming sexually fulfilled like she had never been before in her prior life.

"Well, what do think honey girl," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala. "Can you believe the fucking blabbing idiot? Shit, before we get through with her you may had to put a muzzle on her or she'll be after your pussy and ass all the time," Dr. Mary continued.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala laughed at that. "Why should I put a muzzle on her. That's exactly what I want. I wish somehow I could tie her head between my legs and let her suck all day long."

"Girl, you are the hottest woman I have ever met," Dr. Mary replied to Miss Tamala.

"Do you think I should use a dildo in her to cool her down a little?" Miss Tamala asked Dr. Mary.

"No, no," Dr. Mary replied. "I don't want her to have any release yet. It is better to keep her in the highly aroused emotional state of mind. I want to teach her how to respect your ass yet. Why don't you put her choker chain on and take her for a walk outside for a little while. That should cool her down enough to stop her from blabbing like an idiot," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala.

"Ok, that sounds like a good idea. She's got me so hot I feel like fucking her face again. Maybe the walk will do me some good too," Miss Tamala replied to Dr. Mary.

With all the activity, Miss Tamala had just about dried off from her shower. She used the fluffy Turkish towel to finish drying herself and put her negligee back on and went to get Suckle's choker collar and the chain. When she got back she walked over to Suckle who was still sitting on the stool holding the sign in front of her breasts.

"Ok Suckle the whore," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "Give me the sign. The whole world knows you are a dumb whore now. Maybe we'll send one of these pictures of our dumb whore to your fiancé." Miss Tamala continued talking to Suckle as she was 'puppy petting' her head again. "Would you like that slut?" she asked Suckle.

"Yes Mistress Tamala," answered Suckle with a smile on her face.

After Suckle gave Miss Tamala the sign she had held in front of her, Miss Tamala put Suckle's collar on her neck and fastened the 'leading' chain back in the link on front of the collar. Then she jerked the chain hard to make the links of the collar bite into Suckle's skin and almost pulled her up and off the stool.

"Aaahh," Suckle responded to the pull of the choker collar just as she had been trained to do and got to her feet. As Miss Tamala started to walk, Suckle followed obediently.

Miss Tamala stopped by a small dresser for a moment. "Open the bottom drawer and get a pair of shoes out to put on my feet. I don't want my feet to get dirty where we are going. Get the loafers out," she said to Suckle.

Suckle did as she was instructed. When she got the pair of loafers out of the drawer, she stood in front of Miss Tamala holding them. Miss Tamala looked straight into Suckle's eyes but didn't say a word.

Suckle had a confused look on her face. Then she realized what she was required to do. Miss Tamala didn't have to give her vocal instructions anymore. Her eyes, those dark charcoal eyes floating in a sea of white, told Suckle where her place was. Suckle kneeled down on the floor. When Miss Tamala picked up her beautiful bronze brown skinned foot, with the perfectly painted toe nails, Suckle bent her head down and kissed the instep of that foot. She then slipped the loafer on so carefully it was apparent to Miss Tamala that Suckle loved and cherished her and this was her way of demonstrating her devotion to her Mistress. Suckle did the same to Miss Tamala's other foot. The kiss placed by Suckle on the insteps of Miss Tamala's feet was totally voluntary on Suckle's part. That act was another indication that Suckle was truly becoming the devoted slave of Mistress Tamala. Then Suckle felt the bite of the choker chain links sink into her neck again. Again she responded as she was trained to do.

Dr. Mary retrieved the electronic camera and went over to the photograph printer to run some of their latest pictures of Suckle through the printer. "After I get through here I'll prepare for the bitch's ass respect training," she said to Miss Tamala as they parted.

"I can't wait doctor darling," Miss Tamala replied. "That ought to be a lot of fun."