Chapter Two

"I knew you were fascinated by her Devon, but this?" Dominique asked.

Devon smiled disarmingly. His charm was legendary, as was his ability to manipulate people. "Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught."

Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course."

"Honestly Devon, I like the idea of filing for patents on variations of our training tools. The idea of making some money on that research is probably going to be accepted, if nothing else is." Dominique said. Turning to the shrinks. "Ok, the next question, has he gone around the bend? Is he nuts?"

Doctor Jacobs spoke first. "No, he's sane. His plan is logical, well researched, and arguably takes a shot at filling a perceived need. He even admits that there is probably a thousand things that haven't been considered in the plan, and flexibility will need to be accepted and understood."

"I agree he's sane. His conclusions are logical, plan has reasonable arguments." Doctor Adams frowned. "I don't know about the business aspect, however he believes that the proposal is reasonable."

Dominique looked at Devon for a moment. "You want to take Jeannette with you don't you?"

Devon hesitated; this was the delicate matter that much hinged upon. "Dominique, you know she's managed to recover much of her memory, as the trainers inevitably do." He watched as Dominique nodded. "She would have been an ideal candidate for this program, which I admit to be inspired by her. It was her determination to become submissive, her determination to return to Master, damn the consequences that showed me how deeply these submissive tendencies run in some people. As for taking her with me, that would happen only if this proposal is adopted, and if the group felt I was a suitable candidate to lead this endeavor, and of course with their permission. I will say she'd be an invaluable training tool."

"Devon, humor me, justify that." Dominique said.

"Imagine showing a prospective client the wonderful Slave Jeannette. A woman who can discuss current events, once we tell her to watch the news of course, logically and intelligently. A woman, who can discuss art, again once trained, music, and oh by the way, can suck you cock like a lollypop. A slave, who craves your every attention, be it sexual, or a whipping. Wouldn't that client be more inclined to participate if he had such an example before him?"

Dominique looked right into Devon's eyes as she asked the next question. "How long have you loved her Devon?"

"I don't know that I do. She's a fascinating subject of study, certainly. She's a valuable training tool; you've read the reports of her activity. She works with slaves who've reached a stumbling block, freeing up trainers to work with the rest. She personally tackled a slave who was trying to make a break for it, surprising slave in question. She has demonstrated nothing but absolute loyalty and dedication to Master." Devon said staring right back into Dominique's eyes.

"Your feelings for Jeannette aside, this is an interesting proposal. It would require a major shift in how things are done, but you have already outlined the processes we could use in this theoretical environment. I do have one other question. You state that you would need four trainers. Why four trainers and only Slave Jeannette? Why not the house slaves as you call them, from our own inventory?" Dominique asked.

"The trainers would be the cornerstones of the project. The slaves would be the result. I anticipate needing four house slaves, plus Jeannette, or someone like her. Our slaves would need to have a great deal of training on how to behave in public, Jeannette was out there as little as a year ago. Some minor training, and she'd be comfortable in a public setting. Our slaves would have to be chained up and I can't do that. Law enforcement would be aware of our activity sooner or later. If they arrive and find a woman chained to the basement wall, how long before they managed to get her to talk about how she got there?" Devon shook his head. "No, it's better to find willing participants, and teach them to behave and perform our way."

Dominique nodded. "The trainers, four plus a lead, presumably you, that's a lot from our stocks Devon. You know how thinly we're spread on trainers."

"I should. I have a page in there about apprenticeship training for trainers. If the shortage of trainers were a deciding factor, I could make a go of it with three plus me. It would be tighter, and possibly even push the profitability period out a bit, not much of course, but slightly outside the nominal window of three years." Devon replied.

Dominique made a note on the proposal. "I have number two of six, the shrinks have two. I presume you would like to keep one?"

"I would, if I am allowed to brief a trainer, preferably two, from this facility. It would help to have the material right before them to show them what we're trying to do." Devon answered.

"You can keep one Devon, we're taking the rest. I'll inform Control that it doesn't leave, presuming that you are allowed to set this up." Dominique shrugged. "I'm going to pass this up the chain, and I'm going to recommend approval Devon."