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Rhythm and pacing are so important to taking over the minds of the females slaves one is training. I wonder and can only assume what might be going on in their minds as they hang suspended by their wrists, toes barely grazing the cold floor.

Slave training begins at capture and this applies to every capture. We don't wait. As soon as a freshly captured slave has been bound and gagged, discipline and obedience become job one. It is important to convince a slave girl of her helplessness from the very beginning. Once she is docile, she will try so much harder to please.

Breaking a slave's will to resist and escape is as important as restraining her physically. To achieve this, there is only one technique that has stood the test of time.

Correction and discipline, swiftly and severely administered.

Returning back to the slavegirl training compound, I first move to the sound system and turn on some music. The lively strings of Mozart's 'Eine Kleine Nachtmusik' softly issues from the gleaming silver speakers. In two hours a slow rhythmic quavering Grecian drumming music blaring with high-pitched female voices singing an endless repeating refrain will replace it.

Still hanging by her wrists, aleskia’s is exquisite, her bare back and lowered head shows she has once again stopped struggling against the restraints and is simply trying to balance on tiptoes, which keep her wrists high in the air and her ankles cuffed together.

Hanging a girl by her wrists stretches out her curves, but it also adds a few here and there, making for a very beautiful effect. From behind aspen’s gag small, muffled, distressed gasps continue as her smooth silky toned legs and toes work the tiled floor seeking relief from her own morning stretch.

Since aspen is gagged, I know communication between the pair has to be at best, one way and in return, a minimal response of commensuration. Being gagged removes the last vestige of a slave girl’s free will.

As I had told aleskia.

[/b]“The gag in aspen’s mouth is to teach you, aleskia, self discipline and obedience, not to keep you quiet.”[b]

It is time for my slaves to learn about bondage and sensuality with another. The stainless steel cage remains standing between the two.

I place the almond oil over the flame. Cinnamon, itching power, African pepper, small doses of herbs and spice from the Caribbean and Asia, a recipe I inherited from my great, great grandfather from the Old Country, and who was, of course, a White Slaver.

The blindfold is an amazing device. Nothing weakens resolve like a blindfold. It softens and robs a slave girl of her will. At the same time, it's surprisingly calming, yet every other sense she possesses becomes completely awake. And the one who blindfolds reaps the benefits!

Both of my yet to be fully trained slave girls are quiet now, groping to learn how to simply survive while suspended by their wrists, barely on their toes.

Everything concerning a new recruit has to be carefully controlled. If the training doesn't get off to a good start it could add all kinds of problems and complications later.

The Manolo Blahnik’s high-heel shoes I have chosen for my two slave girls are red patent leather, a six-inch heel and a platform sole under the front. I take hold of a delicate feminine foot.

Besides the straps and stiletto heels, there is little to the shoes, but they hold each feminine foot with authority. They are open toed with a bare, open instep and a locking strap high on the ankle.

Since I am in the business of marketing of slave girls, I understand that naked women in heels are a turn on for most guys. One strap goes across the top of her foot, another around her ankle and locks in place. Slave girls must develop a natural talent for living almost continuously in spike heels. This is one of the basic differences between a free woman and a slave girl.

Once I have each dainty foot wrapped inside their shoes, I remove the handcuffs from their ankles, placing the cuffs one at a time back in my satchel.

Almost immediately, each woman stands up on her toes very straight and tall, even higher than the demands of the shoes require.

Perhaps they appreciate the extra relief the soles of the shoes provide to their wrists. Or perhaps they are learning about the fact that I have glued a small, very sharp pebble in the very center of each shoe’s heel. Not sharp enough to cut their flesh, but sharp enough to keep each girl standing on her toes rather than willing to rest her weight on the pebble I have embedded within each shoe’s heel.

I watch both blindfolded girls as first one and then the other lifts a leg in the air and shakes it to see if the shoe will come loose. They soon place each foot back on the floor knowing the shoe will not come off without the straps being undone first. The wearing of such footwear not only changes a woman’s posture but also lessens the wearer’s mobility, even though this circumscription of freedom is suffered in the name of fashion.

Here, the purpose is the same, except fashion doesn’t enter into the equation in any way. Once the shoes have been strapped and locked onto her feet, a slavegirl is even more helplessly restricted.

With this added accessory, each girl is compelled to carry her weight entirely on her toes, which greatly accentuates her femininity. My new addition to their bondage is quietly lifting both pair of bare breasts into an arrogantly delightful, heaving thrust towards me.

I study the pose. I am imposing a delightful bondage picture on each of them and the way their breathing increase in the silence tells me I am winning.