The Interns

Chapter XVII---Miss Tamala dresses Suckle for her Public 'Outing'

Before Miss Tamala and Suckle left the office, Miss Tamala had put Suckle's 'choker collar' around her neck and attached the leash. She now led Suckle back through the basement and up the stairs to the first floor. This choker chain and lease apparatus was important in Suckle's training or 'education' as Miss Tamala was fond of calling it, to instill the feeling of 'ownership' and 'servitude' in Suckle's mind.

As Suckle was led down the open hallway leading to the stairs to the second floor the odor of incense filled the air. Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala had an automatic incense dispenser that was 'timed' to ignite and dispense its sexually intoxicating fragrance at certain times during the day and night. Dr. Mary had acquired the automatic incense dispenser from a 'high priestess' while on one of her trips to Africa. Supposedly, according to the 'high priestess' the fragrances which came with the incense dispenser were specifically 'hand dipped' using secret ingredients to 'set the mood' for sexual activities.

Suckle, while following her Mistress down the long open hallway leading to the steps going up to the second floor had another opportunity to view this portion of this beautiful house. Again she noticed that every thing was immaculate and in order. On the one wall facing the large black leather sofa was a very large tapestry, at least eight feet by eight feet in length and width that was illustrated with perfectly painted masks that were used in African ritual traditional dances. On either side were long spears and arrows. In the corner of the room were two large high back, hand carved chairs that had figures of 'native' women with large bare breasts and short straw skirts carved into the rich dark wood. Next to these chairs were an assortment of different drums carved of ebony, an Ethiopian Cross and the bell and bust of a Ugandan woman. The drums had an assortment of vases and candles on them. Some of the vases contained large brilliantly colored peacock feathers.

On the opposite wall were two very large hand painted portraits. They measured at least six feet in height and four feet in width. One portrait was of Dr. Mary and the other was of Miss Tamala. Both seemed to be wearing some sort of 'horse riding' clothing complete with black riding hats and pleated pants that narrowed to a skin tight fit just above the calves of their legs and then disappeared into very shiny black riding boots. Both of women in the portraits were holding a 'riding crop' that Suckle immediately thought might be the same riding crop that Miss Tamala had whipped her with in the bathroom.

The 'African décor' now intertwined with the odor of incense made Suckle once again feel as though she was in a sanctuary or temple of some sort. The combination or these two elements assisted in making Suckle's memory of her 'former life' fade deeper and deeper into the past. This was another in Dr. Mary's carefully thought out plans to 'enslave' and to take control of the minds of those people of her choosing.

Miss Tamala knew that although Suckle was supposed to keep her eyes on her ass as she walked, she was 'sneaking' peeks at her surroundings. "Fine," Miss Tamala thought to herself, "let her get a good look." As soon as Miss Tamala was certain that Suckle was looking at the twin portraits, she slowed the walking pace down to let Suckle 'linger' a bit longer.

Suckle let her eyes drop down to the large three foot by three foot enlarged and framed picture that was centered just below the two portraits. It was of a young white woman on both hands and knees. The woman in the picture had a small 'riding saddle' on her back complete with 'stirrups.' Her two front hands were encased in gloves that looked, for all practical purposes, to be a horse's hooves. Her hair had been pulled back and combed out to resemble some sort of 'mane.' Her mouth contained a 'bit' set that was attached to a 'leather bridle.' 'Reins' from the bridle were tied back at the saddle on her back.

Then Suckle was really shocked. A longer and closer look made Suckle realize that the woman in the picture with all the 'riding gear' was Ann ... or 'Piglet' as she was now known. A look of pure astonishment covered Suckle's face as she wondered if something like that was in store for her. Yet, the more she looked at the enlarged photograph of Piglet, the more the first feelings of fear dissipated and were replaced with a feeling of mild stimulation that pulsated through her body and lingered in her loins. She let her mind wander as she envisioned Miss Tamala or Dr. Mary 'riding' her like a horse. At this point in her 'education,' Suckle was unaware of just why the portraits of her Mistress and Dr. Mary, the photograph of Piglet and the deep fragrance of incense in these strange surroundings made her feel somewhat excited. All she knew is that if she had the chance or if she had permission she would have liked to masturbate herself while looking at this strange display of portraits and pictures on the wall.

Miss Tamala was very efficient in what she was doing. She could tell by the look on Suckle's face that she was a little 'turned on' by all that she observed. And, this is exactly the state of mind Miss Tamala wanted Suckle in right now.

Miss Tamala, after speaking to Dr. Mary, decided to take Suckle to a breakfast brunch. This would be Suckle's first 'public debut' in her position as a slave to Miss Tamala. Dr. Mary was confident that Suckle's training had progressed so well that there would be very little risk in exposing her to friends. Miss Tamala wasn't so sure. But she deferred to Dr. Mary's judgment since she was the psychiatrist and the 'expert.' Miss Tamala loved to show her friends the power she had over her 'subjects.' She could feel the wetness between her legs just thinking of it. Now, as she led Suckle up the stairs by the lease fasted to the choker chain around her neck, heading for the 'dressing' room she felt herself breathing a little heavier as the thoughts of what was to come raced through her mind.

Miss Tamala opened the door to the dressing room and pulled hard on the lease. The choker chain did its work as it bit into the softness of Suckle's neck making her stumble a little.

"Get in," Miss Tamala yelled at Suckle as she pulled on the lease.

The dressing room measured fourteen feet by twenty feet. There was one window on one wall, two closets filled two walls, and the other wall was finished into a little cove that contained a three-way floor to ceiling mirror. When you looked straight ahead you would see your front view. The slightly curved sides of the cove gave one a right and left side view. The small cove also contained a dressing table and a stool for sitting.

"Sit on the stool motherfucker," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "Your Mistress is about to make you up and dress you."

Again the few minutes of silence during the trip from the basement to the second floor was broken by the derogatory names Miss Tamala used on Suckle. And again, Suckle felt that feeling of inferiority go through her thought processes.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," replied Suckle as she sat on the stool, remembering to keep her back straight, shoulders pulled back and breasts pushed outward.

Miss Tamala reached down to the dressing table and picked up a large comb and brush. She parted Suckle's damp hair in the middle, then combed and brushed her hair into six equal braids on each side of Suckle's head. The braids hung down to Suckle's neckline. Miss Tamala then began to apply Suckle's makeup using a small amount of a foundation that was a 'pasty' white in color. Suckle's complexion was perfect and the foundation was only used as a base for the rest of the makeup to come.

"As soon as I get your skin pure white with your "bleach baths' this will even be more fun for me," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "I love dolls and you are going to be my 'live' and 'breathing' doll.

Suckle didn't even know how to reply to this statement by Miss Tamala. Instead she just watched in the mirror as her Mistress finished applying her makeup. Miss Tamala applied a very light shade of bright red eye shadow after carefully picking out the color by first holding the color up to Suckle's skin. Then she applied Suckle lipstick. She used a makeup pencil outlining Suckle's lips in a shape that she desired. The shape was extended above Suckle's normal lip line and appeared to be in the shape of a 'heart.' Next, Miss Tamala filled in the 'outline' with a bright red lipstick to match Suckle's eye shadow.

Suckle was transfixed with her image in the mirror as she watched the drastic change taking place right before her eyes. She watched as Miss Tamala took some bright red rouge and made two distinct red circles on her face cheeks that covered at least two inches of her face.

Suckle was indeed beginning to look like a child's doll. She could see Miss Tamala's reflection in the mirror and could see the pleased smile on her face. There was no doubt in Suckle's mind that her Mistress was enjoying herself making Suckle up just as she chose to. And Suckle could feel the little fire in the pit of her own stomach ignite shooting little sparks of excitement deep within her vagina. Suckle wasn't sure if it was the image of herself in the mirror or the fact that her Mistress was 'having her way' with her that excited her but at this point she really didn't care ... she just knew the arousal was there!

"Take your tee-shirt off dumb cunt," Miss Tamala said to Suckle, mocking the printing on the tee-shirt she had made Suckle wear. "And be careful not to mess up your make up or you will get a good whipping on your skinny ass. Soon I'll have your ass twice the size it is now. Then it will give me an ample target to practice my marksmanship with my whip."

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle replied, the words 'skinny ass' reverberating through her mind. This was the first time Suckle had ever heard this part of her body referred to in this manner. This was the second time Suckle heard her Mistress say that she was going to 'fatten up her ass' and she wondered what she would look like with a fat ass. Then she remembered the images of Mistress Katrina's slave ... she remembered how Mistress Katrina had bragged about her achievement in making her slave's ass so fat. Suckle was filled with a mixture of fear and excitement. But she didn't get much time to think when she heard her Mistress's voice again.

"Stand up and put this on," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. Miss Tamala had gone to one of the closets while Suckle was removing her tee-shirt. Now she was standing in front of Suckle with a very short, bright red pleated skirt and handed it to Suckle. Miss Tamala also had numerous other pieces of clothing with her.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered as she got up from her stool. Suckle stepped into the skirt. When she had it on, it came about four inches above her knees and displayed a generous amount of her thighs.

"Hold this slut," Miss Tamala said to Suckle as she handed her a white silk slipper-over blouse. Suckle didn't reply, she just took the blouse she was handed. Miss Tamala picked up a tube of lipstick, encircled the base of one of Suckle's breasts in her hand squeezing it tight to make the nipple protrude out and then applied a thick coating of the bright red lipstick to Suckle's entire nipple. She did the same to the other breast and nipple. "Don't worry little pig," Miss Tamala continued talking to Suckle as she finished applying the lipstick. "It's water proof and non smearing. It can only be removed with make-up remover."

The thoughts of the lipstick's properties didn't even enter Suckle's mind. But the hard 'squeezing' of her pure white breasts by her Mistress's beautiful bronze brown hand, the application of the cold lipstick on her nipples and the image and feeling of her breasts being squeezed and manipulated in this manner in the mirror had a profound effect on Suckle's psyche as she felt her vagina begin to flow freely. She squeezed her thighs together very slowly in an attempt to gain some self control ... or was it relief!

Miss Tamala never missed a 'trick.' She saw the effect this all had on Suckle and even saw her pull her thighs together very slowly. She saw Suckle's nipples stiffen which was made even more obvious because of the way the lipstick accentuated their prominence.

"Fucking bitch," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "Dr. Mary is right about you. You are the most uncontrollable little pig I have ever seen. You have a filthy mind, you damn scumbag. Look what the fuck you do to me," Miss Tamala shouted at Suckle in a tone of voice that feinted anger.

Suckle put her head down. Miss Tamala's loud voice really frightened her and she felt like crying as her self esteem sank to a new low by the stinging demeaning words Miss Tamala shouted at her. But Suckle didn't cry. She held it back afraid that if she cried she would be punished and her face was still a little sore from the slapping her Mistress had given her earlier.

"I'm ... Suckle is ... Suckle is sorry Mistress Tamala ... ah ... Suckle is sorry she is such a pig, Mistress," Suckle struggled getting the words out because she wasn't sure her Mistress would accept her apology.

Miss Tamala smiled to herself being careful to not let Suckle know she was pleased at how easily Suckle 'admitted' and 'acknowledged' her 'status.' Miss Tamala knew without a doubt that Suckle's mental state now would accept anything her Mistress told her as 'fact' or, for that matter, called her. She knew Suckle now really believed herself to be a whore, a pig, or anything else her Mistress wish to tell her she was. Suckle looked like a little 'fawn' with her head bowed down in shame, the red circles of rouge on her face cheeks and her lips 'painted' in the shape of a heart ... and it was really turning Miss Tamala on ... she was reaching the 'boiling' point.

Miss Tamala took one of Suckle's hands. She led the hand under her black leather skirt and down inside of her silk panties. Immediately Suckle felt the how wet the course black ringlets of pubic hair were ... and immediately Suckle's heart started to beat faster. Her hand felt like a prisoner caught in between the tight silk material of Miss Tamala's panties and the wet pubic hair. Miss Tamala let Suckle's hand in that position for a little while.

"Pick up your head and look into my eyes," Miss Tamala told Suckle. "See how wet your Mistress is?"

Without saying a word Suckle obeyed. This is when Suckle's was at her most vulnerable point. The large black eyes of her Mistress completely controlled her mind. Suckle was now totally helpless to even be capable of thinking or acting on her own. She needed direction from her Mistress. She didn't dare move her hand.

Miss Tamala kept silently looking into Suckle's eyes. She wanted to see if Suckle would seek out the sweetness of her pussy on her own. Suckle didn't move. After a few more seconds Miss Tamala very slowly pushed Suckle's hand lower and lower until the fingers of Suckle's hand reached the plumpness of her outer vagina lips.

To Suckle it felt like she had entered another world. Her head was spinning with ecstasy. She remembered having her mouth here, her tongue and her lips. She swallowed hard as she recalled the intimate scent and taste she had found here when she had her head down there. In reaction to her thoughts she moved her fingers ever so slowly ... seeking ... seeking. It felt as though her fingers were moving on their own ... as though she didn't have any control over them.

Miss Tamala smiled at the movements of Suckle's fingers. "Go ahead you little perverted pig," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "It's your damn fault your Mistress is so wet and horny. Now I will teach you how to masturbate me."

Suckle was confused. She didn't know whether she should be feel bad for causing this 'condition' in her Mistress since Miss Tamala had said it was 'her' fault and she was to 'blame' or whether she should feel happy at being allowed the 'privilege' of learning how to masturbate her Mistress. Again Miss Tamala's voice cut her thoughts short.

"Move your fingers slowly ... slowly and gently along my outer pussy lips ... see how big and plumb they are?" Miss Tamala was directing Suckle now. She was in full control.

"Oh ... oh, yes ... yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle replied obviously thrilled at what her fingers were feeling. Suckle's fingers and hands were soaked with the moisture she found here. She took her fingers and played slowly with the slippery liquid gathering little globs of moisture between her finger and thumb and then moved them apart as though she was testing the elasticity of the wet somewhat sticky substance.

"Slowly ... gently," Suckle heard the voice of Miss Tamala. "Bring your fingers back to the front of my pussy and put one finger inside ... slowly, very gently ... now two fingers ... feel how slippery it gets there?" Miss Tamala kept talking to Suckle in a soft tone of voice that indicated that Suckle was pleasing her. "Go in deeper with your fingers little slut."

'Slowly' ... 'gently' ... the words that Miss Tamala had been 'teaching' her kept going through Suckle's mind as though it was a drum beat tapping in perfect rhythmic sequence. As Suckle felt the heat getting more intense deep inside of Miss Tamala's pussy her breathing became more rapid and was distinctly audible. Suckle was breathing hard and out loud. Suckle got that lustful smile on her face ... the smile of 'out of control' passion, of pure sexual lust ... the abandonment of any sensible reason.

"Aaahhhh, aaahhhhh ... yes, yes ...," Suckle heard Miss Tamala's low almost moaning voice. "In and out ... in and out ... slowly ... gently," Miss Tamala's low instructional voice filled Suckle's ears ... and her mind! "Bring your fingers up to the front of my pussy ... slowly ... find my clit ... find my little cock."

Suckle got an even bigger smile on her face. Her eyes took on the appearance of a person in a trance ... a trance of bringing another woman pleasure ... of bringing her precious Mistress enjoyment! As Suckle brought her fingers out of the entrance to Miss Tamala's pussy, she started to move them up over the slippery insides of the 'labia minora' until she they reached the place where the entrance narrowed. Suckle was familiar with this place. She remembered having her mouth and lips here. She let one of her fingers touch the 'hood' that covered Miss Tamala's clit and rubbed that finger in an 'up and down' motion.

Then Suckle did something on her every own. As her one finger rubbed the 'hood' she replaced her other finger back into Miss Tamala's pussy entrance. Now she had two motions going at once. She was rubbing 'up and down' on the hood covering Miss Tamala's clitoris with one finger and 'in and out' of Miss Tamala's pussy with the other finger.

Suckle felt Miss Tamala's powerful hips buck forward as though they were trying to swallow her whole hand. Suckle let her one finger slip slowly under the hood covering and rubbed softly on Miss Tamala's clitoris ... it was stiff and engorged ... ready to explode!

"Yes ... sonofabitch ... oh, shit ... oh damn it ... shit, shhiittt ... aaahhhhhh ... good, good ... I'm cumming ... I'm cumming," Miss Tamala voice was overflowing with excitement and her excitement filled Suckle's own body with throbbing sensations she had never felt before.

The palm of Suckle's hand was 'cupped' in the front of Miss Tamala's vagina while the back of her hand was 'imprisoned' by Miss Tamala's panties. As Miss Tamala reached her orgasm Suckle could feel the rapid flowing juices filling the 'cupped' part of her hand. Miss Tamala held onto Suckle's shoulders as she slowly let herself down from her orgasm with little movements of her hips on Suckle's fingers.

Suckle's own inner core was begging for release. She could feel her own pussy pulsating in a rhythm of rapidly shortening movements. She reached down with her free hand to try to touch herself. But before she could reach her 'target' she felt that hand grabbed by Miss Tamala and pulled away.

"No," Miss Tamala shouted to Suckle. "You are not to cum without my permission. How many times to I have to tell you that you fucking moron."

Suckle's senses were snapped back to reality by Miss Tamala's firm voice. She felt so weak, so helpless. She also felt her knees buckle from the desire and need she felt deep in her vagina.

As Miss Tamala's heavy breathing was returning to normal, she reached down and took Suckle's hand out from under her skirt. She held Suckle's completely soaked hand by her wrist. With her free hand she reached over to the dressing table and picked up the long handled circular hair brush.

"Spread your legs and pick up your skirt pervert," Miss Tamala told Suckle in that firm tone of voice that indicated to Suckle that obedience was not an option.

"Yes ... yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle replied as she picked up her red pleated skirt with her free hand while spreading her legs.

Miss Tamala brought the 'brush' part of the three inch circular hair brush

to the entrance of Suckle's soaking wet pussy just putting slight pressure against her outer vagina lips ... and stopped!

"Impale yourself whore," Miss Tamala ordered Suckle.

Suckle pushed her hips downward. She felt the stiff bristles of the brush begin to penetrate her pussy. The first inch or two of the insertion of the hair brush sent shivers up Suckle's spine and almost automatically she knew she needed more. Miss Tamala didn't move an inch and Suckle was hesitant to make any further movement without some direction from her Mistress.

"All the way down to the handle bitch," Miss Tamala said to Suckle.

Without a word Suckle complied. Her vagina felt 'stuffed' ... the bristles of the brush going in further and further until she could feel her cervix expanding to accommodate the complete bristle part of the hair brush.

"Fuck yourself bastard," Miss Tamala almost shouted at Suckle. "Up and down, in and out ... do it!"

Suckle obeyed, that licentious smile on her face and her eyes taking on a 'far-away' appearance. Suckle was in another world ... a world where the only thing that mattered was the feeling of gratification.

Miss Tamala took Suckle's hand she had held by the wrist ... the hand that had just masturbated her and brought her to an orgasm. It was soaked with Miss Tamala's pussy juices. The abundant juices were just beginning to congeal from being exposed to the air and were taking on a solid white sticky appearance. She brought Suckle's own soaked hand up to the entrance of her mouth.

"Clean your hand whore, eat the liquid essence your Mistress has provided for you out of her generosity," Miss Tamala told Suckle. "Taste the richness of your Mistress's honey pot."

Suckle took her own 'cum' soaked hand in her mouth, sucking and licking at the thickening sticky liquid she found there. Suckle knew where that liquid had come from and the realization that she was sucking and licking her Mistress's pussy juices from her own hand brought new sensations to Suckle. She felt her head spinning at the depraved, yet to her, somehow wonderful act she was performing for her owner. Suckle felt as though she was doing this to 'prove' her worth to her Mistress ... to make her proud of her.

Miss Tamala stared at the face of Suckle. She looked at the mouth of her slave working so hard to please her. Suckle's appearance took on the appearance of someone who was totally engulfed in the moment ... another 'milestone' in the 'surrendering' of her mind and body to her Mistress's will.

Miss Tamala smiled. She was pleased with herself. She felt the distinct 'rush' of her dominance over Suckle surge through her body and mind. She waited a few moments to enjoy that feeling of power and then emboldened by the sexual effect of the knowledge that this young and pretty white girl belonged to her, she pulled up on the handle of the brush until the bottom bristles were against Suckle's clit.

"Release yourself sucker," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "Make yourself cum."

It didn't take Suckle long. She was already on the verge of exploding. She moved her hips in a back and forth motion three or four times. Then it happened!

"Ooohhhh ... aaahhhhhh ... oohhhh, God, oh God ..." the sounds of ecstasy came from Suckle's mouth as she pushed downward until almost the entire brush disappeared in her vagina. Her mind and body was beyond reason, beyond self control. Suckle was on 'automatic' pilot with only one thought in mind ... release of all the pent-up desires that had been stored in her body ... satisfaction ... she had to have it!

Suckle had reached another intense orgasm and she was too weak to stand up from the emotional surges of electrical current every nerve in her body was releasing at her climax. She was still 'impaled' on the hair brush and it, in and of itself, was holding up Suckle's body weight. Miss Tamala let go of the handle of the hair brush and Suckle collapsed at her feet. Suckle ended up in a 'half sitting' position at her Mistress's feet, her breathing slowing down from the rapid pace at which it was coming at her orgasm. She was coming down from this intense emotional sexual high ... very slowly.

When Suckle had regained some control of herself, she kneeled down further and placed a kiss on the toes of her Mistress that were peeking out from the 'open toed' high heel ... first one foot, then the other. Suckle did this on her own, without instructions and with out any direction from Miss Tamala. Suckle did it as a sign of respect and admiration, as a symbol of her adoration of her Mistress.

Miss Tamala stood towering over her slave. To watch Suckle kissing her toes and doing it on her own without any prodding or directions from her Mistress was a totally satisfying feeling to her and she waited a while longer to enjoy this sensation of dominance.

Suckle had let the white blouse Miss Tamala had handed her a while ago fall to the floor during this last episode. Now as she sat at her Mistress's feet she again heard her Mistress's voice.

"Pick up your blouse little pig," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "Stand up. We have to finish dressing you. We have an appointment for brunch to keep."

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," replied Suckle. "Thank you Mistress."

"How cute," Miss Tamala thought while laughing to herself. "The little bitch masturbates me, eats my cum, kissed my feet and then thanks me for it. Does it get any better than this?"

Suckle was on her feet now. "Put this blouse on and be careful not to spoil your braids. I still have to finish your hair," Miss Tamala told her.

Suckle faced the floor to ceiling mirrors as she carefully slipped the white blouse over her head. It was sleeveless and was cut in a very deep 'v' showing so much cleavage that it seemed Suckle's breasts would 'pop' free of their own accord.

It was also very tight fitting and the outlines of Suckle's breasts were clearly visible through the thin fabric of the blouse. Of course Miss Tamala had no intentions of giving Suckle a bra or panties to wear. Suckle's nipples, painted red by the lipstick Miss Tamala had put on them, also jutted outward from the blouse in two red pointed circles. The red color left no doubt where Suckle's nipples began or where they ended. As Suckle looked at her image in the mirror she saw Miss Tamala tying red ribbons shaped in a bow on each of her braids ... six on one side of her head and six on the other side. They all matched the red skirt and stood out in contrast to the while blouse she was wearing. Suckle was becoming startled viewing the change in her person taking place right before her eyes. She was beginning to look more and more like a toy ...a toy doll!

Miss Tamala disappeared for just a moment, and then returned carrying a pair of patent leather sandals with closed toes and a buckle strap running across the instep of each sandal. She also carried two long white cotton socks.

Put your socks on first, pull them up and then put your shoes on," Miss Tamala told Suckle.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala." Suckle replied as she sat down, put on her socks and pulled them up. The white cotton socks came to just below her knees. Then Suckle slipped on her patent leather sandals and buckled the straps across the insteps of her feet.

"Now stand back up, put your feet together and hands down at your sides. Look at yourself in the mirror," Miss Tamala directed Suckle.

Suckle did as she was told.

"See, you stupid fruitcake" Miss Tamala said to Suckle in a somewhat gleefully sounding voice. "Don't you look nice? Just like a little toy dolly. Just what I always wanted ... a living, breathing doll that I can dress and play with ... ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala was laughing at Suckle's image in the mirror. "And you know how your Mistress likes to play, don't you motherfucker," Miss Tamala said to Suckle again changing the tone of her voice to emphasize the last sentence.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," replied Suckle with a little sound of sorrow in her voice. The thoughts of going out in public to a brunch dressed the way she was scared Suckle. "What would anyone who saw her think," Suckle was thinking to herself. It was the first time today that Suckle actually had a thought in her mind concerning herself. But that thought didn't last long. She felt and saw something being put around her neck. At first Suckle thought it was her 'choker chain.' But as she looked closer, she realized it was a chain all right, but it had a very large brooch attached to the chain that hung down from her neckline to the valley between her breasts. It was oval shaped and had a picture of Miss Tamala on it.

"Wear this in my honor," Miss Tamala said to Suckle in a very serious and soft tone of voice. "The people we are going to meet are familiar with the wearing of this brooch. They will know that it signifies that you are my property, that I own you and that you are dedicated to my welfare and happiness. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered with a little more confidence in her voice in reaction to the seriousness of her Mistress's voice. "Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle repeated. "Suckle understands Mistress. Suckle understands and will make you proud to own me."

"Good girl, very good, my little whore," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. Miss Tamala reached over and gave Suckle a kiss on her forehead. "If you are a good little piggy girl for me today and you make me proud of you in front of my friends, I may let you sleep with me tonight. You can put your little whore head between my legs and suck my pussy and ass all night long. Now, wouldn't that be nice?" Miss Tamala ended saying to Suckle in that sweet motherly tone of voice that always had the effect of making Suckle relaxed and feeling comforted.

"Oh ... oh, yes, yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered. The 'good girl,' the 'kiss on the forehead' was all too much for Suckle. The thoughts of being rewarded for being a 'good girl' by having the privilege of having her head between her Mistress's legs all night long just seemed to overwhelm Suckle. She felt her heart begin to beat faster. She felt the submissiveness in her soul rise to the top. This is what Suckle dreamed of. This is what Suckle wanted more than anything in her life now. Every day the urge to serve this beautiful mature African American woman and her good friend Dr. Mary got stronger and stronger. Suckle turned and looked into her Mistress's eyes.

Then in an effort to prove her worth to her Mistress Suckle abruptly blurted out: "Greetings, my name is Suckle. I belong to Miss Tamala. She is my owner and Mistress. I am a brainless slut. My Mistress, through her enormous generosity, has undertaken the responsibility for my further education. I dedicate myself to work hard to always bring pleasure and comfort to my Mistress and to make her proud to own me."

Miss Tamala smiled at Suckle. "Damn," Miss Tamala thought to herself, "the little bitch didn't miss a word of her pledge." She took Suckle by the hand and led her out of the room. Suckle was on her way to her first public acknowledgement of 'new life.' And Miss Tamala was satisfied that she had indeed made another 'acquisition.'