Lush Letter

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters appearing in this work to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of eighteen. Thanks to Literotica editor Doc_YesReally for improving this story.

Lisa's Story, Chapter 3

On Sunday afternoon Lisa received a text from Mrs. Porter:

Now that your laser treatments are complete,

send us another photo, same setup, same pose,

by 6 p.m. Monday.

Deciding that it was best to get this out of the way, Lisa placed pillows at the head of her bed, stripped, set up the camera and started the timer, and posed. The phone beeped. Without waiting to get dressed again, she checked the photo--it was exactly as ordered--and texted it to Mrs. Porter. Lisa looked again at the photo. She was leaning back, legs up and apart, face, tits, and holes all showing, mouth open, and pussy totally bare. I've come a long way in three weeks, she thought, and a lot farther than I expected. Two minutes later she received a reply from Mrs. Porter: "Acceptable photo received, forwarded to Dan."

Oh, boy, Lisa said to herself. I guess he for sure knows what he's getting. At least now I won't be quite so embarrassed to be nude in front of him. She was surprised to receive another text:

Now take the following photos: 1. Standing, nude,

full body and face, facing camera. 2. Close up of face.

3. Close up of tits. 4. Close up of cunt. 5. Close up of

ass showing both holes. Send immediately.

With an internal shrug. Lisa did as ordered. Mrs. Porter's next text arrived: "Good cunt."

When Tuesday evening arrived, Lisa headed for the weekly workshop at Patricia's house. When all the students had arrived, they sat down with blouses off. Mrs. Freund started the first session.

"We have received the reports from your keepers about your meetups on Friday," said Mrs. Freund. "We'll go over them in small groups."

Lisa was paired with Claire, and they met on one side of the living room with Mrs. Johansen.

"We'll start with Miss Lozano," Mrs. Johansen said. "I'm happy to report that Dan was pleased by your performance. You showed up on time, you clearly wanted to learn from him, and you were eager to please. These are the hallmarks of good behavior for a Buttondale girl. So, Miss Lozano, what did you think of Dan?"

"He seems like a real take-charge man, which I found so reassuring. I learned that he'd had some experience in training girls, but I don't know how much. I think, though, that means he knows what he's doing, and I found that really reassuring. I was a little worried when he told me to give him my account information and passwords, though."

"Well, I think it's great that he's taking the time to make sure that you're financially responsible. This is a reason for gratitude, not worry. Anything else?"

"I don't know what he has planned for Friday or Sunday. I'm kinda nervous about it."

"Miss Lozano, there's no reason at all to be nervous. Dan will tell you exactly what to do, and all you have to do is obey. That's what's so wonderfully simple about being a Buttondale girl--all that worrying and anxiety are things of the past."

Mrs. Johansen turned to Claire.

"You're next, Miss Sabin. "The news isn't quite so good, I'm afraid. Jason liked the way you look, but he thought you were pretentious. Remember, you may be a professor, but you're still just a cunt. You have to convey honestly and sincerely that you want to be guided by and learn from him. It's just not true that you know better. Maybe you know a lot about Chaucer that Jason doesn't. That doesn't matter. He knows what he wants in the relationship, and it's your duty to provide it. You must lose the snooty attitude."

"Oh my gosh," said Claire. I didn't think I was doing that at all. I mean, I was asking him questions, always agreeing, and everything,"

"In Jason's eyes, and that's the only view that matters, you still, even if subtly, seemed to communicate that you were, uh, just condescending to him. You have to do better than that. You'll get your chance on Friday and again on Sunday, at least up until your relationship review. I take it that the review will take place Sunday at 9:00 a.m.?"

"Yes," said a chastened Claire. It looked to Lisa that Claire might already anticipate a negative review and its consequences.

"And now, Miss Sabin, tell me what you thought of Jason."

Claire seemed to rebound somewhat. "Well, he was exactly what I expected from his picture and your description: a cocky blond jock with no intellectual interests at all," she said. "He told me that he'd done two years at Paradise Valley Community College, majoring in exercise science. It's just so humiliating to have to submit to him."

"Were you angry, or were you ashamed?"

"Ashamed."

"Ah, Miss Sabin, that's good. Your sinking feeling of shame and humiliation is the indicator that you're getting what you yearn for. You may not realize it, but you're on the road to genuine submission. And as I said, you have Friday evening and the start of Sunday morning to put it into practice with Jason."

Listening to this conversation, Lisa counted herself lucky that things had gone so well for her with Dan. Claire, she thought, had only spent a couple of hours with Jason and was probably already expecting to be corrected on Sunday morning.

Lisa and Claire returned with Mrs. Porter to the full group, where Mrs. Johansen explained that the next step would help them become even more used to being submissive. She snapped a leash onto each student's metal necklace, and each student's leash was held by one of the teachers. With the leashes attached, Mrs. Johansen led a discussion of what each woman thought was wonderful about her keeper. It was evident that the students had applied their lessons about listening and conversation because they all spoke of many things they appreciated. Even Claire contributed several sincere compliments about Jason. As Lisa listened to the other women talk, she realized that the Academy's lessons themselves were becoming more male-centric. And the more male-centric her world became, the less she mattered. Her meaning would have to come through the lens of patriarchy.

The workshop's next development reinforced Lisa's impression of becoming less of a person and more of a commodity. Mrs. Porter turned on the television and started up her laptop computer. "And now we have something special for you," she announced. "We've put those new pictures you sent us to good use. Each of you now has your own inspection card." Lisa wasn't sure what that meant, but the next image on the screen cleared that up immediately. The students were looking at a collage with labels that displayed Bree's body and its parts. On the left, under the label "my body" was the picture of her standing naked. Next were adjacent labeled pictures of her face and cunt. Below were labeled pictures of her tits and ass. And on the right was the full-body reclining picture, with the label "my shame." The bottom of the picture had the caption "My name is Bree. Thanks for inspecting me," which Lisa thought was grimly humorous. Lisa could hear Bree--most all the students, actually--take a deep breath. "As you can see, this is Miss Keller's inspection card," Mrs. Porter continued. "She'll have a postcard-sized copy for herself and another copy for Max. Miss Keller can give him his copy when she sees him on Friday."

As the next inspection card came up, Lisa found it hard to look at the screen. This time it was Elly, with her parts again laid out like the details of product sold on Amazon. "Here's Miss Herzog's card," said Mrs. Porter. "I think it shows her assets well."

Already feeling embarrassed by what she knew would eventually be coming, Lisa's heart sank when her card came up on the screen next. There she was, reduced to a collection of parts in a butcher shop's display. "And here's your card, Miss Lozano," Mrs. Porter said. "You did excellent work in taking your pictures. We can see everything so clearly." Lisa wanted to avert her gaze but kept staring at the inspection card in disbelief that it was real. "I think Dan will enjoy having his copy," said Mrs. Porter.

After all of the students' cards had been displayed, the session ended with Mrs. Johansen unclipping the students' leashes and Mrs. Freund handing out two copies of the inspection card. Mrs. Porter reminded the students to keep up with their meditation and pledges, and she said that she expected them to report back on their experiences on Friday and Sunday. And with that, the women put the blouses back on and went home, inspection cards in hand.

Dan texted Lisa on Wednesday to reminder her that she should be there Friday at 6 p.m. She confirmed right away. His next text asked her to send him the links and passwords for her bank account and credit card so that he could check on her cash withdrawals and expenditures. Lisa thought twice about complying but reasoned that, first, she was putting her body under his control and, second, it's not like she had much to steal. She sent the information back promptly. Dan's next text arrived Thursday when she was in an organic chemistry midterm exam. She felt her phone vibrate but couldn't take it out during test. She thought of sneaking it out of her pocket and looking at it under the edge of her desk, but there were too many other students around to get away with it. She finished the exam as fast as she could, leaving the classroom six minutes early. She dashed into the corridor, took out her phone, and opened her messages. "Send me a topless selfie, face visible," said a text from Dan. She ran to the nearest bathroom, entered a stall, pulled up her shirt and bra, took the selfie, and sent it. She put her clothing back in place, took a couple of deep breaths, and went on her way.