Privates (closed for Jingling Geordie and AndreaSubbie)

[Jingling_Geordie]

Having listened and coaxed Elli during their conversation, Rachel had got so much information from her, more that she had imagined possible from a young woman she barely knew. And the note book had been a good idea, at times Rachel had to scribble notes frantically but being able to reference it later would be invaluable. All of this information is going to be very useful, Rachel thought to herself, I just need to work out how best to make use of it.

Speaking to Elli, seeing how embarrassed but also turned on she was, Rachel spoke in a soft and friendly tone. A way in which she imagined a psychiatrist would speak with a patient. "There is nothing to be ashamed about with anything you've just told me. We all go on our own sexual journey, have individual fantasies and desires to be fulfilled. I hope you didn't mind me taking notes. It might help me in planning your initiation, the difficult level might be a little easier for you if I include elements you find exciting. It won't be shared with anyone aside from essential training staff, and only if it is vital to your training."

Remembering how quickly Elli had removed her t-shirt, right there in the office, in front of Rachel, she wanted to try taking things a little further again. "I have a couple of suggestions. Why don't you go braless for the rest of the week, just today and tomorrow. Think of it as a dare, just like the popular girls had dared you at school. But I also want you to use it as a test of your feminine sexuality, see if you can get some positive attention from men, perhaps even try to see if you can get WO2 Dangler to notice you?"

"Secondly masturbation, and I want to make it clear that there is absolutely nothing wrong with masturbation, at the right time and place. You should try to demonstrate some self control while in Barracks. Two reasons. First, your reputation, there is little privacy in the accommodation block bathroom, if someone else came in the room while you were masturbating in the shower and heard you word could spread quickly. Secondly, the waiting can massively increase the power of the orgasm, giving you greater pleasure when you do have one."

"One final question. Did you like the taste? When your boyfriend made you swallow his cum and lick it off your fingers?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Um, the cum, his sperm? Er, yes, I did like the taste, though I know most girls don't. But I don't see why. I mean, it's quite a sexy taste and smell, and the texture feels really nice on my tongue and against my teeth? And him making me lick it up, swallow it..." Elli worried for a moment that she was going into too much detail. She changed the subject slightly while Ma'am wrote. "Er, the no-masturbation rule, and going braless, is that an order Ma'am?" Elli was almost begging her to make it one, "Purely in the interests of training, obviously?" If Ma'am made it an order that would be awesome, Elli thought, but just a dare and a challenge would still be enough to excite her. "Oh, and um, no masturbating until when? I mean for how long?" Ma'am had really gone on about that, so it must be important. The blush was back, and just talking with Ma'am about masturbating was making her need to clamp her thighs extra hard.

But order or not, the dare to go braless for the next two days was a serious proposal from Ma'am. She'd even amplified the suggestion with a further challenge to actively seek men's attention, especially Sir's; to test and use her feminine sexuality. Obviously, the men in camp thought she had absolutely zero sex appeal. That must have been what Ma'am had heard. That the new Clerk, Pte Lutte was as sexy as a plain file cover. But that was something she could address today, now, right this minute. Lowering her eyes, Elli undid her uniform shirt and shrugging it off her shoulders draped on the chair back behind her, then unfastened her plain white bra, dropping the warm garment in her lap. She slipped the shirt back on and did it up properly, then stood, forcing the discarded bra into her trouser pocket. Facing Ma'am, she leaned forward with her hands on the edge of the desk. "A bit like this, Ma'am?" she asked, inviting a lingering glance down her gaping shirt front.

While waiting for Ma'am's response and hopefully advice, too, Elli went back over the other things the WO had said, that had sounded alarms in her head. That bit about taking notes; clearly Elli had been aware of it, even effectively agreed to it since she'd continued to spill everything while Ma'am wrote it down just like a consulting doctor. Then there was that thing about using the notes to help plan the Difficult Initiation. Seriously? But then, why not? It was an initiation, not a punishment or training assessment. No, it was about entry to an inner circle of selected soldiers. Why couldn't it be enjoyable? And did it mean she was closer to being allowed to attempt the Difficult level? But what was that last one? The more serious one? Oh yes, that the notes would be shared with certain training staff where necessary. Or something like that. It sent shivers through her. She desperately hoped Ma'am wouldn't tell Sir how much she'd enjoyed his extra training sessions. He had no idea. Best to keep it that way!

Elli leaned forward a little more.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Having continued scribbling notes as Elli spoke about tasting sperm, Rachel was thinking as she wrote. This is great, Clint is going to love hearing all of this. I'll have to arrange to meet him somewhere quiet to go over the notes with him. She watched on as Elli removed her shirt then bra, seeing her puckered nipples, light pink in colour contrasting with very pale, buoyant small b-cup breasts, the surrounding areola only about 2 cm across. It was clear that Elli was complying with her first suggestion and probably would with the others but Rachel thought she better make it official.

"Of course they are orders Elli, I'm just trying to be friendly and speak with you in that way but I can make clear the things I say to you are orders if that's what you require. You are ordered to go braless for the rest of the week. You are ordered to practice the use of your feminine sexuality on WO2 Dangler and other soldiers you want to try and impress. You are ordered not to masturbate until I give you permission, of course WO2 Dangler can overrule this if he thinks or knows you're deserving of an orgasmic release."

Having finished running through all of the orders, Rachel took a quick glance down the gape at the front Elli's shirt. "That's really good Elli, leaning forward like that should get you some attention, try tilting your head to the side at the same time."

Rachel held out her hand towards Elli. "You'd better leave that bra here, wouldn't want anyone noticing it in your pocket, or worse, it falling out onto the ground. I'll put it in my draw for the time being, you can collect it another time, when you have an Army rucksack with you to carry it in discreetly. I expect an update tomorrow, on how you are getting on with my orders, oh, and of course the training WO2 Dangler is conducting for you."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

“Yes, Ma'am, update tomorrow. Should I make an appointment now with Sgt Morris, Ma'am?” It occurred to Elli, as she handed her bra over, that she could practice her first attempt at feminine sexuality on the Training Sgt, remembering to tilt her head while leaning forward just like Ma'am suggested.

She also wondered how to report on not masturbating, and on experimenting with feminine sexuality attention-seeking. The first should be easy, especially since she'd only just discovered the beauty of orgasms and had never really gone in for masturbation. Until Sir's training. But the second? Obviously, she could report her attempts, but how would she measure her success? Would it be a time thing? Count how many seconds each man spent looking down her shirt? Perhaps note any comments made? Should she start a notebook to record those two things?

But Elli knew she was avoiding the main thing Ma'am had said, which had again sent delicious tremors through her body. It wasn't that she was ordered to go braless, ordered not to masturbate, though those were exquisite. It wasn't even that she couldn't masturbate until Ma'am gave her permission. Which again was exciting. It was that bit about Sir knowing she wasn't allowed to masturbate, to orgasm, but he could give her permission. Just thinking about that made her blush again, made her feel embarrassed and humiliated, made her leak, just a little. Could thinking without touching make a girl orgasm? That was both wonderful and a problem. But then, the order actually was to not masturbate. Ma'am didn't order Elli to no orgasm.

Once her spasm was properly over, Elli brought herself to attention ready to go and see Sgt Morris. Then she had her last signatures to collect ready to impress Sir at 1700.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Sat at his computer fumbling with his mouse, Sgt Morris was finding it difficult to book Elli into an appointment slot to see WO2 West again tomorrow. There were plenty of free times available, the problem was that Elli was leaning forward with hands on the his desk, head tilted to one side. As had just been suggested to Elli by WO2 West. From his vantage point Sgt Mal Morris could see straight down the shirt of the young private in front of him and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra.

With eyes remained fixed down the shirt, he attempted to act professionally and arrange the appointment. "Ma'am doesn't like me booking appointments for her too late on a Friday, how about..." Mal glanced over to the calendar being displayed on his computer screen. "how about 1400hrs?" Mal glanced across to his screen again, clicked the mouse and typed in the appointment. "There all booked, see you 1400 tomorrow." All said without looking at her face. He watched as Elli walked, spring in her step, out of his office and down the hall.

Looking up again a moment later, he noticed WO2 West stood in the doorway. "So Sgt Morris, what do you think of Private Lutte?" Rachel asked, not expecting or giving time for a reply. "She's a belter isn't she? That reminds me, you need to check the training camcorder is in working order, I suspect we'll be needing it soon. I'll be expecting you to operate it, probably out of normal hours." Noticing Mal was about to complain about this Rachel held her hand out to stop him. "It'll be a fun assignment, you'll enjoy it. First check the camcorder, then you better come along to WO2 Danglers office with me and we'll explain."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli left the Training Office feeling on top of the world. The chat with Ma'am had gone really well. The Warrant Officer was so supportive, so friendly, Elli knew she could trust her with anything. And she hadn't criticised Elli even when she admitted to masturbating in the barrack-room shower. Ma'am should have been disgusted, especially given that she was old. But no, despite ordering Elli not to masturbate until further orders, Ma'am implied Elli ought to be masturbating. Perhaps she had some catching up to do?

The only thing that made Elli nervous was that book of notes Ma'am had. All of Elli's somewhat pathetic sexual history. The idea of Sir knowing its contents made her blush yet again, but it also made her tummy squirm and front bottom threaten to leak. She almost wanted Sir to know, yet that would be excruciating, surely? She'd just want to hide herself in a hole.

But 1400 tomorrow she'd be back to report to Ma'am on not masturbating and to recap her special training with Sir. And maybe to try again at exercising her feminine sexuality with Ma'am's Sgt. He'd certainly had a good long look down her shirt though he hadn't offered a comment. Which reminded her, or at least put a thought in her head, to pop into the NAAFI to buy a notebook. Sgt Morris was going to be the first entry in her new log, her Record of Achievement.

By late afternoon Elli was back at her desk, just three signatures short on the booking-in sheet. Sir's, obviously, since it was to be last, but also Staff's at PT and SSgt Vincent at the QM store. For some reason, they were just never available or free to sign and stamp the sheet. She filed the sheet in her drawer ready for 1700 along with her new notebook and resumed her work. Ever since Sir had terrified the gaggle of young soldiers needing her help the office had become quieter. She didn't disturb her colleague at his desk who seemed to be doing extra work to make up for Elli's absences.

Then looking up, she noticed some very familiar visitors heading for Sir's office. A dread seized her, and as was now becoming normal, it was both terrible and delicious.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Having briefly explained to Sgt Mal Morris the plan, to carry out an initiation for Pte Lutte, Clint spoke to him with authority. Almost implying that he better do as he'd been asked. "So you're going to carry out your assigned role in the initiation of Pte Lutte? We feel she will be very disappointed if it doesn't go ahead as we're planning." Clint motioned his hand between WO2 Rachel West and himself as he emphasised the word we. Sgt Morris nodded his head while saying yes. "You better get back to the Training Office." Rachel told him. "I need to have a quick word with Clint alone, I'll be back along soon."

Sgt Morris left the two Warrant Officers alone and headed back towards the building his office was situated. So intense had Clint been when speaking, Sgt Morris felt he had been threatened not to refuse rather than asked to willingly take part. He knew there was a risk if they got caught, if Elli complained. He decided it would be worth the risk, he had seen enough of the young Private, while looking down her shirt earlier, to know he wanted to see more of her, much more.

Taking out her notebook Rachel pulled up a chair and sat next to Clint who asked "Would you like a drink while we talk? I know an obedient little drink maker. Tea or Coffee?"

"That's a great idea." Rachel replied. "I'll have a coffee please."

Picking up his phone he called the Clerks office down the hall. Elli answered at the other end in the way she had be taught by the other Clerks. Stating simply her rank, name and position. "Hello Elli, be a good girl and bring WO2 West and I a coffee each." Clint put the phone down before turning to Rachel. "So what is it you want to speak about?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes, Sir!" It was all Elli had to say, all she could say. But Sir had given no hint how Ma'am liked her coffee. On the other hand, her training Sgt had just left and might be back in his own office by now. He would certainly know how Ma'am liked her coffee. And tea. Both were worth knowing. And he would probably tell Elli since he'd spent so long looking down her braless shirt earlier. So long, in fact, that never once had he looked her in the eye, or at her face. She took out her new notebook, her log, and added that little detail to the record of how many seconds he'd spent staring down her shirt.

Elli Picked up her phone.

A few minutes later Elli knocked on Sir's door, and opened it when invited, entering the room with the tray of two coffees balanced in her left hand. She was concentrating hard on not dropping or spilling anything, just like a good girl should, and carefully made her way over to Sir's desk, placing the tray on the surface with great deliberation, leaning forward, back straight, tongue poking out through the corner of her mouth.

"Two coffees, Sir, Ma'am."

Slowly disengaging her hands so that she didn't clumsily spill anything, Elli noticed two things. She noticed Sir look down her shirt. But far worse, she noticed right there in front of her, on the desk, Ma'am's notebook. Open at the page from their meeting earlier. All her little secrets. Elli didn't know how to react. She was conflicted. She tried to pretend nothing was amiss. That she hadn't noticed after all. Either thing.

In her confusion, Elli simply stood up straight, assumed the position of attention, and waited to be dismissed.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Leaving Elli stood to attention in his office Clint got up, closed the door, and sat back down. "So Rachel, you wanted to discuss a few things about Private Lutte with me? I'll let you go over your notes first, then let you know my thoughts from our interactions to date."

Rachel picked up her note book and began glancing over her notes before responding, neither Warrant Officer looking at the young soldier stood to attention in the office.

"First of all, Elli doesn't think of herself as attractive, that was a bit surprising as she has a great body under that uniform and I think she is a good looking girl. She's only had one proper boyfriend, who she's had sexual intercourse with, maybe half a dozen times. I don't think she achieved orgasm during sex with him on any of those occasions."

Clint's look remained focused on Rachel as she spoke, glancing down at her notes before speaking again.

"Elli has also given him blow jobs, in his bedroom and on the school campus, swallowing every time, and lots of hand jobs including in the park, catching all of his cum on her hand and being made to lick it up afterwards. She likes the taste of cum, thinks it's a sexy smell and taste, likes the texture of it and how it feels on her tongue and against her teeth, enjoyed that he made her lick it up, swallow it. From what she told me she's never received a facial but I'm sure she would enjoy it if, when she does." Clint gave a small nod of his head in agreement.

Another quick glance down. "A little bit here about her exhibitionist nature. She enjoyed being looked at while wearing her swimsuit at the school pool. On a dare from the popular girls at school, Elli went braless for a whole day, she admitted that had felt amazing. Another dare was to jog in the park, wearing just a sports bra, knickers and trainers. Admitting that she'd enjoyed doing stuff outdoors, where there was a risk of being seen or caught." Clint's eyes remained fixed on Rachel as she spoke.

"Last few bit's now. Elli told me that being challenged, ordered to do things affected her. After more probing she finally admitted that your training had turned her on, but didn't think you had noticed. When you accidentally flicked her nipples she'd nearly experienced an orgasm. She had been so turned on by the encounter that she'd brought herself to a climax in the shower straight afterwards. It was clear to me that she was getting turned on while telling me this information, blushing constantly, clamping her thighs together and breathing heavily, panting even. I've told her she's not allowed to masturbate again without permission from one of us. I thought perhaps we could use some of this to assist with planning tasks for the initiation?" Clint then glanced over to Elli, staring deep in her eyes for just a few seconds.

"That's all very useful information, thanks for sharing it with me Rachel. Yes, we can certainly use some points to plan the initiation. I could see Private Slut was being turned on during my training with her. It's clear she wants to be controlled, manipulated, appears to really enjoy it, she also gets turned on when put in humiliating situations. I think what we have here Rachel, is a little submissive and humiliation slut. Let's see how well she behaves, performs in training before deciding when to allow her to masturbate."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli just stood there at attention, staring into space, and took it, as all of her innermost secrets were laid bare and openly discussed. Tears filled her eyes; tears of shame, embarrassment, and humiliation. It was all true, every word of it. She was disgusted with herself. Disgusted and mortified. Disgusted, mortified, and more than a little turned on. What was wrong with her? Oh yes, Sir had just said it. She was truly a slut, a submissive and humiliation slut.

Elli had no idea where this was going, but one thing struck her as both odd and hopeful. There was no condemnation. It was like listening to two doctors discussing a patient and what to do about a matter-of-fact condition. Or like listening to two Training Officers discussing a candidate's height and weight and how to best utilise them in the training programme. Yes, that was a better analogy. Elli blinked away her tears. They were unnecessary. Her weird, inexperienced, unformed sexuality was of only passing interest to her Trainers. They weren't seeking to use it against her. In fact, the very fact that Ma'am was so openly discussing everything with Sir proved how little its significance was to them. And Ma'am had promised only those who needed to know would be informed. So yes, she was safe, her secrets were safe, and only there to inform her training. It was almost an anticlimax. Almost. It was also excruciatingly delightful. She squeezed her thighs together again wanting to hear more but knowing that pretty soon she'd be dismissed.

The only thing that still dismayed her was that Sir hadn't seemed particularly interested in the view down her shirt. Ma'am had ordered her to work on exercising her feminine sexuality on Sir, and he hadn't shown any interest. Despite Ma'am thinking that Elli was good-looking and had a great body, clearly Sir didn't agree. Elli obviously really did have no sex appeal. She'd need to try even harder to learn how to appear attractive to men like Sir. She'd had a little success with Sgt Morris, but that was it. Score so far, 1-1. One hit, one miss. You're as sexy as a plain file folder, she reminded herself. It made her feel more than a little sad. The sexy feelings she'd only just been feeling fled. It was all she could do to still stand properly upright and not wilt. She needed a good cry.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Having finished discussing Elli, talking about her as she stood there, Clint decided to dismiss her. He could see the mixed emotions she was having, turned on by the humiliation but also a sadness. “Off you go back to work now Elli, there’s a good girl. We need to discuss plans for your initiation now and we can’t have you hearing about that. It would ruin the unknown aspect of the whole thing. I’m looking forward to seeing you again at 1700.”

Once Elli had left Clint and Rachel spent a few minutes discussing possible tasks for the initiation and now had a broad view on how it would run. Elli’s level of compliance about it all was now the main unknown.

Leaving Clint’s office, Rachel headed along to the Clerks office before returning to her work. She had noticed Elli becoming upset so wanted to give her a pep talk. Elli was alone in the office, head down looking at her keyboard, Rachel walked over to her, placed her hand under the young soldiers chin and lifted up her head to look at her. “You need to snap out of this, you’re a soldier now girl. Getting turned on is a good thing, the more turned on you become the sexier you should feel, the sexier you feel the sexier you can act and become. This will lead to more success while exercising your feminine charm. Be sure to put on a good show for your Sir later now won’t you!”

With that Rachel left, confident she had helped avert any doubts Elli might have been beginning to have about going through with the training and initiation.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

“Yes, Ma'am.” It was an order. Put on a good show for Sir. Presumably at 1700. Which was soon.

Elli dabbed her eyes and sorted her face, composing it, stroking her chin where Ma'am had touched her. It had felt good, lovely, intimate, commanding. Was Elli a lesbian, as well as all those other things? She didn't know, but she had enjoyed taking her t-shirt off in front of Ma'am, and even more, she'd enjoyed taking her bra off right in front of her, and inviting her to look down her shirt to her bra-less boobs. Just before letting Sgt Morris have a good look. Which had been fun, too. Okay, maybe bi rather than lez? She had no idea.

And what was that Ma'am had said? Getting turned on is a good thing, feeling sexy, acting sexy, using her feminine charm? That presumably was an order, too. Elli slipped her hand inside her belt and trousers and was about to touch herself when she remembered Ma'am's orders on that. No masturbating until Ma'am or Sir gave permission. Shit! Hand back out.

Elli stood up, straightened her uniform, noticed her colleague return to the office, and decided to obey orders. Facing him and leaning forward with one hand on her desk, she used the other to open her desk drawer and take out her booking-in sheet, her head tilted to one side to see better what she was doing. With the drawer, not with offering an unobstructed down shirt view of braless boobs. That she could manage. She glanced back up and noted with satisfaction where his eyes were. Good. Elli sat back down and added Sir and the Clerk to her log of feminine sexuality.

She checked the clock. Nearly 1700. Yes, the Clerk was leaving offering a, “Bye, Elli,” and hurrying away.

Standing again, polishing her boots on the back of her trouser legs, Elli took her sheet, made Sir a cup of tea, and knocked on his door, entering when invited and again placing his drink and the sheet carefully to give him the maximum bare-boobed down shirt that she could before again standing at attention before his desk.

Remembering from last time, she turned and closed the door before again standing at attention.

She felt a lot better now, and hadn't Sir awarded her earlier with a good girl? And said they were planning her initiation, which meant it was going ahead, almost certainly at the Difficult level, surely? And he'd been looking forward to seeing her again, may be looking forward to another look down her shirt? Oh, fuck! What if he again ordered her to take her shirt off?

“Private Slut reporting for training, Sir. Two signatures required on the sheet, Sir, then yours, Sir.”

Elli stared above Sir's shoulder and tried to keep her face impassive.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Hearing the knock, Clint looked up to see Elli stood at his doorway and invited her in. As she carefully placed his tea and the booking in sheet on his desk, Clint couldn’t help but look down her shirt at the braless b cup breasts on show. He was sure Elli had lingered, just for a few seconds, in her bent over position to afford him a longer look.

“You remembered the door and brought me tea. That’s a good girl. Although you don’t seem to be making much progress with the booking in sheet.” Looking at the sheet and picking up his tea, Clint adding, in a matter of fact way. “Take off your trousers Private Slut, of course you’ll have to take your boots off first, remove your socks too.”

Taking a sip from his tea he watched on as the young soldier began untying her laces. He had spoken the truth earlier, when telling Elli he was looking forward to seeing her again at 1700. Spending the last half hour of the day continually checking the clock on his wall for the time. Thinking how far he might be able to take Elli this training session.

She had begun to undress, as ordered, without any hesitation. Clint sat in his office, cock beginning to grow in his trousers as he watched the young soldier do as she was told, comply to his commands.

Clearing away the sheet and all small items from his desk, leaving just the monitor and keyboard at the far left hand side, the side that was against the wall. Clint tapped his hand on the other side, the side Elli was standing near. “When you’ve finished removing your trousers. Bend over the desk, chest and tummy flat against the surface, head facing me.”

Taking another sip of his tea he sat and waited.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli draped her uniform trousers over the back of Sir's visitor chair and her boots together neatly beneath, on the floor, socks tucked into their opening. Despite being caught by surprise at Sir's order to strip off her trousers, Elli was proud of the speed with which she'd complied, though at the same time she was again disappointed that Sir showed no interest when he glanced down her shirt. Had he been unable to see that she wasn't wearing a bra? Had she not bent low enough for him to see bare boobs? Was she so unsexy that he didn't want her shirt off? It seemed she'd need to try much harder to arouse his interest.

On the other hand, she'd just earned yet another good girl. Maybe she could keep a score sheet of those at the back of her Feminine Charms log?

Trying not to distract herself with scattered thoughts, Elli pressed her bare legs up against Sir's desk, knees together, sliding her hands forward on the cleared surface as she lowered her top half to lie flat, shirt pressed against its top, her fingers naturally curling around the edge nearest Sir. And her head up, chin resting, not quite looking at Sir but eyebrows raised, mouth slightly open.

"Private Slut is in position, Sir, bent over Sir's desk, trousers and socks and boots removed as ordered, Sir!" she managed, despite the difficulty in talking in that posture. She just enjoyed saying those things, and Ma'am had ordered her to feel sexy.

Thank goodness Sir was still sitting at his desk and wouldn't see how feeling sexy earlier had leaked onto her plain cream cotton underwear.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Impressed by how quickly Elli had removed the items of clothing and taken up position on his desk, as ordered, Clint took a sip from his tea then spoke to elli as he reached forward with it in his hand. "You need to keep very still now Private Slut, I don't want any of my tea being spilt." Clint then placed his cup in the middle of Elli's lower back, positioning it so it was level. Grabbing his pace stick, he rose, stood with his crotch level with her mouth. He thought for a moment how easy it would be to unfasten his cock, feed it into Elli's open mouth, or move into position behind her, pull her cotton underwear to one side and fuck her. Not with a hot cup of tea resting on her back though.

In order to get a good look at her legs and underwear covered arse, Clint walked round to the other side of his desk. From what he'd seen so far, Elli was a fine figure of a woman, legs perfectly formed, smooth and long, arse firm and shapely. They weren't both there just for Clint to take in and appreciate Elli's body though, she was there to be trained, to get her through the initiation and willing to comply with whatever other further tasks she would be set.

Picking up his cup of tea, Clint took a sip then placed it down on a clear part of his desk, tapped Elli's legs at either side. "Spread these legs wider, and I want you stood on toes and the balls of your feet only. Also the underwear I've seen you wearing so far just won't do, I suggest you speak with WO2 West at some point to get some advice on the type and style you should be wearing."

From the position Elli was in, Clint could see a small patch on her underwear, a mark that had given away an arousal she had felt sometime earlier that day. Probably when he and Rachel had been talking about her. He thought to himself. I'll not mention that until she's in an even more vulnerable position than she is now.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli was mortified. Embarrassed. Humiliated. Loving it. She was learning to recognise what made her feel sexy, and Sir was pressing all the right buttons. Did he know? Had Ma'am told him enough for him to realise what he was doing to her? He wasn't a woman so presumably, he didn't really understand. But, oh my! And Ma'am had ordered her to feel sexy.

Elli gave in to the feelings rushing through her. Draped on her chest across Sir's desk, just her unsuitable knickers covering her bottom, legs spread wide and stretched on tiptoes, she allowed her arousal to leak. To make a fresh stain on her single piece of underwear.

"You are ordered to feel sexy," Elli imagined a virtual Ma'am saying right there in the room with them, even though it was only Sir and Elli actually present, "you are ordered to not masturbate!" The virtual Ma'am was in Number 2 Dress, all formal, jacket and skirt. And a horse crop instead of a pace stick which she was whacking into a brown-gloved hand. "You are ordered to be sexy for Sir! You are a slut, Sir's Private Slut, act like it, soldier!"

Elli gasped as her insides tensed again and expressed themselves in another wet stain, the voice in her head filling her consciousness. It just wouldn't have been the same if Sir wasn't there to witness her shame. She tilted her hips forward, raising her bottom marginally but also increasing the gap between her legs, deliberately making the fresh damp stain more visible.

"Yes, Sir! Report to Ma'am for instruction on suitable underwear, Sir!"

If only Sir would touch her with the pace stick. She had raised her bottom in an unspoken request. Unspoken ask. Unspoken beg. Elli needed another orgasm.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Standing where he was, behind Elli bent over his desk, Clint could see how turned on the young soldier was, turned on by being called Private Slut, by the humiliation, by being dominated. The wet stain becoming more obvious, more visible as she raised her backside a little higher. It was clear to Clint what Elli wanted, she wanted to be touched, made, allowed to have an orgasm. He wanted that to, to make her cum with the faintest of touches, to hear her cry out in pleasure from his touch. But he would wait, make Elli wait. The training will be easier with the yearning of orgasm and the pleasure all the greater when it was allowed.

"I can see from the stain in your underwear how wet you are Private Slut, how aroused you have become and it would appear that you want to be allowed an orgasm, want me to help make you cum. Orgasms will be rewarded to you when you have completed training to a sufficient level, when you have pleased me with your behaviour, when you have earned them. You are not allowed to orgasm until permission is given."

Worried that Elli might achieve orgasm, without even being touched between her legs, Clint decided to move on with the training. Clint grabbed her hands from the edge of the desk and forced them behind her back, tying them together with cable ties then placing the blindfold over her eyes and securing it in place. Opening his office door before pulling Elli to her feet and guiding her through it.

After again walking Elli around to confuse and disorientate her, he opened an external door. She would again feel the cool air on her bare legs but this time he also guided her out of the door, her feet touching the cold and wet concrete. Guiding around the blindfolded and bound Elli, in an attempt to further disorientate her, until stopping in a suitable place.

"You know how this works now, repeat the phrase until I tell you to stop. ' Everything Ma'am told about me is true and I am a little submissive and humiliation slut.' Loud and clear now, so they can all hear you."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Everything Ma'am said about me is true; I'm a submissive humiliation slut!" Elli said, a little tentative, listening hard for some reaction. But she could hear no one, merely sensing the ground beneath her feet, the cool air on her lower body, the cold of her wet knickers, the blindfold, the bound hands. And the continued, deep humiliation Sir was rewarding her with.

"Everything Ma'am said about me is true; I'm a submissive humiliation slut!" Elli repeated, louder this time, then again, and again.

Elli got into a rhythm, the two phrases playing tag as she declared her shame to whatever personnel were listening, feeling that burning sensation growing again between her legs. She really was ashamed. It was now out there. Everyone by now must surely know. Sir knew. He'd seen the stains of arousal on her knickers. She'd let him see on purpose. It was all her own fault.

Elli tried to unravel the confusion presented by Sir's response. Sir commented so matter-of-fact about allowing her to orgasm as if it were just a normal thing, not some dirty deeply personal, and private sexual kink, but he was still totally unmoved by her. Ma'am had ordered Elli to exercise her feminine sexuality on Sir, to kind of get him to fancy her, but he wasn't interested. Maybe it was because he was married? But Elli wasn't asking for sex, just for a positive reaction. Like she'd got so far from the soldiers she'd let see down her shirt. Okay, she wanted Sir to touch her with his pace stick; her legs, bum, nipples. Oh, those nipple flicks! But not sex. That would be going too far.

"Everything Ma'am said about me is true; I'm a submissive humiliation slut!" Elli chanted on, bare feet and legs now cold, wet knickers now hot, breathing difficult with her repeated confession to the whole camp, tummy churning. And her imaginary, virtual Ma'am whispering in her ear, "Slut! You know you want more, you submissive humiliation slut!" Elli was getting close to orgasm.

"Everything Ma'am said about me is true; I'm a submissive humiliation slut!"

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Listening to Elli repeat the line, Clint began to wonder if she was happy saying those words as she didn't believe that there was anyone else present or if she was willingly say those words, happy to humiliate herself in front of a crowd. Either way she was saying it all out loud.

Grabbing her wrists that were bound behind her back, Clint lent in to Elli, mouth almost touching her ear as he whispered. "You can stop now, I think everyone now knows exactly what you are." Then, manoeuvring Elli in the direction he wanted her to walk. "This way Slut."

Walking Elli around, outside for a while, until she was led through a doorway, bumping her shoulder against the door frame on the way through, feeling the floor was now warm and dry, Clint brought to a halt. Hoping that Elli would be unsure where she was, Clint cut the ties to her wrists. "On your knees." Elli cautiously lowered herself to her knees.

Standing in front of her, Clint removed her blindfold to reveal she was kneeling in the Clerks office. "Training is almost over for this evening Slut, but you need to get dressed before you can head back to your room. Follow me back to my office." As Clint had expected, Elli began to raise herself up off her knees. "I didn't say you could stand up Private Slut. Hands and knees, crawl back to my office."

Clint walked briskly back to his office, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Elli was crawling as ordered. When he got there he turned to face the doorway, to watch his submissive, humiliation slut crawl to him. Clint could feel his cock stiffening in his trousers as he watched her, thought about what he would do with her in days and weeks to come.

When Elli reached his office, was on her hands and knees in front of him, Clint ordered her into position again. "Up on your knees." As she knelt in front of him he had one last thing to say, to ask. "There's only one thing left to decide now before I allow you to dress. Should I allow you, help you to orgasm? Is that what my little slut wants?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Oh my! That last shot from Sir went home, right on target. My little slut. Help you orgasm. Elli was conflicted, couldn't answer, shouldn't answer. But she had to answer. Sir had asked her a question.

Was it what she wanted, for Sir to bring her the orgasm she craved? Well, obviously. But under the present circumstances, was it what she wanted? Was it what she wanted to admit to?

Her orders from Ma'am were clear. Practice her feminine attractiveness on Sir. Nothing about Sir giving Elli pleasure. It was the wrong way round. Too blatantly sexual; way beyond flirtatious, which was where Elli thought the game was being played. Elli was disorientated, out of her depth. It was one thing to be stripped to her underwear, blindfolded, hands bound, repeating humiliating confessions, being called slut; even crawling like a puppy on all fours from her office to Sir's; even being denied masturbation and orgasm. It was quite another for Sir to deliberately bring her off.

Kneeling there in Sir's office, without her trousers, hands behind her back, Elli couldn't cross the line. She wanted to say, "Thank you, Sir, but no thank you." Instead, she said, "Private Slut knows that Sir knows what's best for her."

She tried to keep her face straight, not to let Sir know that he had pushed her to her limit.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Shit. Clint thought to himself. I've pushed her too far too quickly. I need to get things back on track, too much is riding on this, not just for me but also Rachel and the others I've involved. Clint knew part of what he was doing was opening Elli up to her natural sexual being, helping her realise and become what she naturally craves, what she desires. He also knew he was looking to derive pleasure from this himself, he also knew that it was wrong for someone in his position of authority.

Speaking in the hope he could draw Elli back in, make it seem as if he had been testing her. "Well done Elli, that's a good girl. It's ok to feel aroused, good even. And I know it's difficult not being able to masturbate, achieve the release you crave but being in a state of arousal can help get you through some of the difficulties in your training and especially those you would face in the initiation."

Knowing that it would be best to draw a close to training now. "That'll be all for today Elli, you can get yourself dressed now. Well done today, you handled everything well. Don't forget to report to WO2 West tomorrow morning. I'm looking forward to see how you progress tomorrow. It's likely we'll make a final decision on the initiation soon."

Purposefully not staring at Elli as she dressed, Clint didn't want her feeling anymore uncomfortable that she had looked and sounded a moment ago, but he couldn't resist a glance at the young soldier as she dressed. Perhaps it would be a good idea to have Rachel with him for training tomorrow.

"And don't forget, tomorrow you have to book onto Duty Clerk for the weekend."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli left Sir's office correctly dressed and marched, wandered aimlessly around the quiet camp fighting the urge to cry. She'd messed up. Badly. She'd let Sir down, let herself down. Let Ma'am down. That bit about making a final decision soon. On the initiation. That was surely Sir's way of telling her she'd blown it. And he'd been too nice, too kind, gentle almost. Like he felt sorry for her. Even reminding her about Duty tomorrow so she wouldn't get in trouble. The tears started to fall. She was a failure.

Despite all Sir's words of encouragement, she knew that she hadn't handled the last part of today's training at all well. She tried to think back and remember Sir's advice. That it was good for her to be aroused because it would help with her training and initiation. Help her succeed. And then the other thing, about reporting to Ma'am. Yes, that might be the answer. Ma'am was on her side. As a woman, Ma'am would understand in a way that Sir couldn't. And somehow Elli needed to repair the damage she'd just done. Her mess up. She allowed herself a rude word; her fuck up!

There was only one possible course of action. Go and see ma'am, explain everything, ask, beg even, to be reconsidered for the Difficult Initiation. She'd learned from today, from her hesitation, from thinking she'd reached her limit. She could do better, would do better. She just needed another chance. She didn't want Sir to write her off.

Elli hurried round to the Training office, suddenly realising that it was after the working day, that Sgt Morris wouldn't be there, that Ma'am wouldn't be there. But it was worth a try.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Working late in her office, Rachel was surprised to receive a phone call. After a short conversation with Clint, who was clearly worried he had pushed Elli too far, she was even more surprised to hear a knock at her door. Sgt Morris had left over half an hour earlier and, with the building now empty, Rachel had intended to catch up on emails. On looking up and seeing a sad looking Elli stood at her office door, she knew any email correspondence was now unlikely.

"Come in Elli, take a seat. How are you doing? How is the training going with WO2 Dangler." Of course Rachel knew, at least in part, the answer to one of the questions she had just asked Elli, speaking in the softest and most welcoming tone she could manage, hoping to hear the young soldiers thoughts on the matter, Elli was beckoned into her office.

Rachel got up and closed the door as Elli sat in the chair near the desk. "It's late and unlikely anyone will come in the building at this time, but I want you to feel safe to know that you can speak freely to me without interruption."

Rachel sat back down, placed a reassuring hand on Elli's knee, smiled and waited for her answers.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli looked at Ma'am's hand on her knee, listened to the compassionate tone, and knew that her own demeanor must be screaming failure in a deafening chorus.

Elli jumped up, standing to attention, then quickly sat back in the chair, slumped, then jumped up again, at attention, facing Ma'am but looking past her shoulder, avoiding eye contact.

"Ma'am, I need to report a breach of orders, a failure of duty, a miserable ..." Elli's bottom lip quivered and a fat tear spilled from her left eye, tracking oh so slowly down her cheek. "I, um, in training, with Sir, and it was going well, but then, at the end, and I failed, and he was too nice, like he knew I couldn't do it, and he's thrown me off the initiation, the Difficult level, cos I can't cope, but I can, I learned my lesson, I want to try still, I want to be allowed to carry on. I won't fail again, I'll let myself be aroused, I'll welcome it. And I've been a good girl, no masturbating, no orgasms just like you ordered; but I can't make Sir fancy me, he doesn't like me that way, even though I let him look down my braless shirt, and almost begged him to spank me in just my knickers, but he wouldn't, and he could have made me take my shirt off, go topless, but he doesn't want to cos I'm not sexy enough, though some of the soldiers did like looking at my tits, but not Sir, so I failed at carrying out your orders Ma'am and I don't know what to do ...." Elli's torrent of words dried up. Suddenly. She was spent. The tears she'd been holding back joined the single track down her left cheek, mirroring on the right.

"Ma'am, I'm begging, please, please persuade Sir to let me do the Difficult initiation?"

Elli got on her knees in front of Ma'am, hands together under her chin.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

After the conversation she had just had with Clint, it was not the response Rachel was expecting. She had thought that Elli was going to ask to stop the additional training, to no longer be interested in carrying out the initiation. But this, the pleading and begging was much better and something she could use, they could use.

"I'm sure things aren't as bad as you have imagined Elli. Let me phone WO2 Dangler now and see if we can resolve things this evening."

Rachel pressed the required buttons on her phone to place it on speaker and dial Clint, who answered after just a couple of rings.

"Hello Clint, we're on speaker phone and I have Elli here who is a little upset as she thinks she's failing in her training with you and is worried she won't now be considered for the difficult initiation. She has been trying to be more sexually attractive, for you and other men in the camp, but thinks she has failed in this, at least for you. She tells me she was almost begging you to spank her but you wouldn't. She's on her knees in front of me now begging to persuade you into letting her carry out the difficult initiation."

"Ok Rachel, well I like what I have seen of her toned, young body so far, and I'm looking forward to see more when Elli is ready but she needs to try harder. Also I didn't spank her as I didn't feel she was ready for that just yet either. As she's begging and feels she is ready we should give her the chance to prove it now. I'll head over to your office straight away, when I get there I want Elli to be bent over your desk, trousers off, ready to be spanked and beg for the chance to carry out the difficult initiation."

Clint and Rachel hung up their phones. Rachel then looked down at Elli. "You heard what he said, quickly now so you are ready for him when he gets here."