Privates (closed for Jingling Geordie and AndreaSubbie)

[Jingling_Geordie]

After Elli had left Rachel's office she called Sgt Morris in so she could discuss Elli's nude display that he had been perving over without the young soldiers knowledge. Entering the office he closed the door behind him and took a seat when directed.

"How much of our hot little slut did you get to look at Sgt Morris?" Adding, after noticing the panic in Sgt Morris's face. "Don't worry, it's not something I'm upset about or you're in trouble for, in fact I'd like to encourage and help you secretly peek on her more."

Sgt Morris relaxed noticeably. "I got to see most of her, I managed to see her tits and nipples for a few seconds, and got a good look at her Shapley legs. I'd really like to get a better look at her. I'd really like to see her in that sexy new underwear. What do you have in mind?"

"I have that wardrobe in the corner of my office I keep my spare uniform in." Rachel motioned towards the old wardrobe. "You could hide in there and peak at her, I'll try and get her into positions where you can get a good view. You could also set up a couple of hidden cameras, positioned in the right place where I can't be seen, and watch her on a monitor. I could get her to put on a good show for you, maybe even take some requests from you on what she should do."

"Yes, that all sounds great, although I do think she enjoys showing her body. I overheard some of the younger soldiers talking, they live in one of the accommodation block across from the female accommodation, I don't know that it was intentional but they said she undressed and dried herself in front of the net curtain. Lots of them got a good view of her."

Rachel gave Sgt Morris's last comment a moments thought. "That's interesting, she didn't mention that to me. I think it was probably accidental, she is very naive, but I'll ask her about it. Anyway, although she does enjoy being naked and humiliated in public, enjoys it probably, get's off on it certainly. That's why Clint and I are going to be able to get her to willingly undress in front of us, probably others, including you. That doesn't mean that secretly spying on her won't be exciting. Wanking off to her naked body without her knowing."

Sgt Morris went a bit red when Rachel had mentioned wanking off. Had she seen him rub his hard cock through his trousers after the last naked display? "Yes well it all sounds very good and exciting to me so of course I'm in. I'll look into the hidden camera and let you know what I can do."

Before dismissing Sgt Morris, Rachel had one last thing to say. "I'll message you about the weekend plans, there might be an opportunity for you to spy on her again soon."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The afternoon went by excruciatingly slowly. Elli was keyed up, hyper, on fire. She restlessly kept getting up from her desk to go to the files or the kettle or the stationery cupboard, hardly sitting still for more than a few minutes. The episode in the lingerie shop had been almost a defining moment for her. So much churning around in her head, tummy completely unsettled. A desperate need to touch herself denied through the strenuous application of self-control. She really needed a cum.

Finally, it was 1700 and she forced herself down to a slow walk to Sir's office. She'd noticed Ma'am arrive and go through. They were both in there. A quick uniform self-inspection and she was ready.

After a respectful knock on the door and invitation to enter, Elli marched into the room, turned to close the door, then presented herself at attention in front of Sir's desk. The desk where previously she'd been allowed to stretch out for a spanking. She couldn't help thinking about it, picturing herself with her trousers around her knees, shirttail up over her back, chest flat on the desk surface while Ma'am held her hands again and counted the spankings Sir gave her. She shivered.

"Private Slut reporting for special training, Sir, Ma'am, and to report on the lunchtime mission's successful completion. Slut went to the shop as directed and purchased the agreed underwear items, and requested an opinion from the sales girl." Elli's formal report dwindled into a more personal anecdote. "Um, I opened the curtain fully, Ma'am, as you directed, once I was wearing the red satin set, and kind of got the attention of all the customers. Unfortunately, the bra barely covers me, and I kind of might fall out of it if I'm not careful? Anyway, they told me to rotate, you know? Turn on the spot? So they could see it properly from all sides? To give an opinion? The men all approved, Ma'am, and the sales girl said it looked so good I could go back and model underwear for them, though obviously, I said that was out of the question. Er, that concludes slut's report."

Elli stood as still as she could while her two trainers, or trainer and mentor, or boss and friend, or bosses, or whatever they were sat and digested her report. She so hoped they were impressed and would give permission for the Difficult Initiation, maybe as early as next weekend?

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Clint and Rachel listened carefully as Elli described what had happened in the underwear shop. Clint was the first to speak. "Well done Elli, I'm glad to hear you completed the lunchtime mission Rachel and I set for you successfully. I'm proud of you, good girl. I bet you kind of enjoyed it, being looked at by strange men wearing skimpy underwear? As for doing some modelling, Rachel and I can speak about that and see if something suitable can be arranged for you. Perhaps you could speak with the shop manager Rachel, see what they might have in mind?"

Rachel, looking very pleased with the outcome and suggestion, was in agreement. "Yes Clint, I'll speak with the manager. If that won't work I'll carry out some research to find a suitable modelling assignment for Elli. Of course, I'll have to get a look at you in the new underwear first. You're on duty tomorrow, I have a few things to catch up on so report to my office in the morning wearing it under your uniform. You can undress and carry out a few practice poses for me so I can see how competent a model you are."

Without giving Elli much time to think, let alone respond to what was being said Clint jumped straight back in again. "For all we're pleased at how the mission at the underwear store went you have failed in the task of completing the booking in sheet by the end of the week. For your failings there will have to be some punishment, perhaps tomorrow. For now, Slut will undress for the special training and await further instructions from her master and mistress."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes, Sir, yes, Ma'am," Elli automatically replied, slightly bewildered and confused by the contradictory congratulations yet also promise of punishment. Good girl completing the mission; punishment for failing with the sheet.

Her mind was awhirl, but mostly she registered that she'd failed and consequently it took a moment for the other things to sink in. Undress? Master and Mistress? And being addressed simply as slut?

Elli's insides did that flippy thing again, just like in the shop when the stranger ordered her to turn round and she obeyed. Just like when Sir and Ma'am took up her hint about underwear modeling, kind of starting tomorrow in Ma'am's office. It was like being overloaded with too many sensations at once. There was too much to process. It had made her hesitate. That spelled trouble and possibly more punishment. What if her Difficult initiation were now at a greater risk of being denied? Did she detect impatience on Sir and Ma'am's faces?

In a panic to regain some of the ground that she'd just lost, Elli blurted out, "Slut thanks Master and Mistress and hopes not to disappoint again?" and she began fumbling to unfasten her shirt before she remembered she wasn't wearing a bra. She blushed. It was one thing to let people look down her shirt when braless, but quite another to actually be topless! With her shirt open but still covering her boobs she bent down and undid her boots, kicking them off in a hurry to carry out her orders and show obedience, then undid her trousers and let them fall to her ankles, kicking them to join the boots by the corner of the desk. But Sir had said to undress, so the shirt really had to go.

And she did it. Bright red, cheeks burning, flushing from her chest to her throat, she slipped the shirt off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor with the rest of her things.

But she was a soldier, and an untidy pile of clothes offended her sense of order. So she bent down and scampered around until her uniform was neatly folded and piled on the chair with her boots tucked away beneath it, very conscious of her boobs wobbling with every movement.

Finally done, she again stood at attention in front of the desk, this time wearing only her plain cream-colored cotton knickers.

"Slut is undressed and ready for the special training and further orders from Master and Mistress, Sir, Ma'am!" Elli gulped, as much to take a breath as to steady her nerves.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Clint enjoyed seeing Elli obey his orders, enjoyed watching her undress for him, watching her small but firm boobs jiggle about as she moved. Rachel enjoyed watching her squirm at being put through uncomfortable situations, blush red with embarrassment at the tasks she was being set. Rachel knew that despite the blushing and fumbling that deep down Elli was enjoying it but chose to focus on her difficulties with it all, for now anyway.

Clint stood up blindfold in his hand, walking round behind Elli so he could tie it on her and deny her the sense of sight. He wedged her cream knickers up between her arse cheeks to make sure as much of her backside as possible was exposed for the spanking he was intending ti give Elli later. "It will be much easier when she starts to regularly wear sexy underwear like she bought today, don't you think Rachel?"

"Rachel was in total agreement. "Yes Clint, it will. She's going to need several sets, perhaps I can get the underwear shop manager to let her keep what she models, as payment for her services."

"That's a great idea Rachel." Clint then grabbed his pace stick as the pair continued to talk about Elli as if she wasn't there, or early a belonging of theirs. Clint placed the tip of the stick under Elli's right breast, raising and lowering to cause it to bounce up and down. "It's a great body don't you think Rachel? Small but perfectly formed breasts. What I could do with her, make her if given the opportunity."

Rachel then got up. "Yes I agree Clint, she has a very fit young body. And I'm sure, between us, we'll be able to get her to fulfil her potential, but for now we're here to train her and assess her for the initiation." Rachel grabbed the unsuspecting young soldier and forced her over the desk, stomach flat against it and held her by the wrists to force her arms to stretch forward. "I'd say at least ten good spanks Clint."

Clint smiled, gently rubbed the soft cheeks of Elli's backside then began a hard spanking, five strokes on each cheek, the sound of each strike echoing around his room. Once finished the cheeks were red and, Clint imagined, sore. "You are going to carry out all orders we give to you, aren't you my little slut? Modelling tasks or anything else we deem suitable for a submissive humiliation slut like you?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes, Master, yes Mistress," she gasped, the blindfold not letting her see how her response was received, "submissive humiliation slut will always obey Master and Mistress! Anything Master and Mistress decide! Slut submits to your training and guidance and ... and filling slut's potential?"

Elli didn't know where she was emotionally, or really what she was saying. She was in a zone, somewhere she'd glimpsed in earlier Special Training sessions but not previously arrived at.

She knew she was naïve, that she always expected that what people said was what they meant, that people in authority always told the truth and should be obeyed. She'd always thought that. Still did. But she wondered if Sir and Ma'am were playing with her, toying with her? Teasing her?

She didn't mind. She was loving being the focus of their attention. She liked how she hadn't had to make any claims about herself. She wasn't pretty, wasn't Miss Popular, wasn't gifted. Just average. Despite Ma'am agreeing with Sir complimenting her body, her breasts. If only he'd called them tits. But Sir and Ma'am made her feel more than just average. Every bit of attention said, “Elli, you are someone!” And they made her feel like an attractive sexual young woman. She'd never had that before. When her first boyfriend had made love to her, or more accurately just had sex with her, it was as if that was just for him because he needed to get off. It wasn't about her.

This whole thing, whatever it was, it was different. Yes, she felt like a somebody.

"Thank you for the spanking, Master and Mistress." Elli wanted to look into Ma'am's eyes, eyes that were probably assessing her. A new desire formed in Elli and crushing her naked breasts to the desk she pulled back against Ma'am's grip as if half-heartedly attempting to wrestle her wrists from Ma'am's hands. She needed to look deep into those wise and pretty eyes, begging with her own. Would Ma'am tie her wrists in place? Elli tugged again, not enough to break free but hopefully enough to suggest restraint might be in order? Was that allowed? To hint at what she wanted? Clearly, they could see a future for her, but did her own wants and needs come into it?

Elli was also aware of her other end, cheeks sore but pussy wet, the wedged cream knickers no doubt thoroughly soiled with her aroused secretions. Sir gave a good spanking! She was on the point of orgasm, legs shaking slightly with physical and sexual tension. Elli imagined being regularly spanked like this in her new sexy undies in front of the whole Company, different undies every day, wrists and ankles secured to the table legs, Ma'am stroking her hair and counting the blows out loud, Sir administering the spanking and announcing that he and Ma'am owned slut, announcing her weekly underwear modelling schedule

Elli groaned and clamped her bum cheeks and thighs together, trying not to spontaneously cum.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

As Elli struggled against her firm grip, Rachel commented on this to Clint. "Slut is struggling to break free, I think some rope might be in order for future training sessions. Can you get some and keep it in your office? Tying her down will also free up my hands to help with any training or punishments required to be administered on her."

"Yes I'll get some rope." Clint replied. "I'll make sure to get enough to bind slut fully to my desk, legs and arms, or into any position we deem suitable for her."

Deciding it was time for a change of position, Elli was forcibly lifted from the desk and moved into the middle of the room before being forced down onto her knees. Her hands were placed into position onto the back of her head as Clint told her what was required. "Slut will keep her hands on her head, elbows back and straight."

Clint then grabbed his pace stick again, flicking Elli's nipples, causing her tits to wobble slightly. After a couple of flicks on each nipple, not too hard but enough to cause Elli to flinch slightly. Elli also allowed her elbows to move forward, Clint pushing them back into the position he expected her to hold them. "Keep your arms in place or I'll slap your tits harder."

Deciding she wanted to join in with testing Elli's resolve, Rachel gripped the young soldiers nipples between her finger and thumb, pinching and pulling out, releasing and letting the tits spring back from their stretched out position. "She deserves to have her tits slapped as punishment for struggling while I held her down. A few slaps on each one, I know she can take it." Rachel then began to caress Elli's breasts gently. "I know you like how her tits look, you will also like how they feel."

Clint put down his stick and was in agreement with Rachel. "You're right Rachel, slut does deserve her tits to be slapped as punishment." Using the palm of his hand, Clint dealt a few slaps to each of Elli's tits, causing them to wobble about and leave a slight reddening on them. On completion of the slaps Clint softly caressed the tits, rubbing his thumbs over the hardened nipples. Elli's nipples were not the only thing hard, his cock was now bulging in his trousers.

Clint stood in front of a kneeling Elli, reaching round to remove the blindfold. He wondered if the hard cock in his trousers would be noticeable to Elli? He was standing directly in front of her, his cock only a few inches from her face. "Slut has one more test to complete for today's training. You have to run from my office around the flag post and back." The flag post was only about 20 meters away from his office but he knew there was a chance, minimal but still a chance, of her being seen by someone.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes, Master, Mistress!"

It was all exquisite. Surely there was no way that Sir and Ma'am, or perhaps Master and Mistress, could know how they were pressing all the right buttons? Especially the being talked about, as opposed to being spoken to. It was as if they'd read the Elli Slut manual and were operating her expertly.

Elli got to her feet and was about to stand to attention but hesitated. She knew that standing so formally while dressed in only her wedged knickers would turn her on yet more, but there was something else she wanted to do as well. She slowly rubbed her sore hot bum cheeks, making sure to cause her tits to wobble. "Thank you, Sir, Master, for my spanking on my bare bottom cheeks," then rubbed her wrists where they'd been gripped, "and thank you, Ma'am, Mistress, for restraining me and suggesting slut should be tied down," and finally she gently rubbed her slapped tits and pulled nipples, tits that apparently Sir liked and nipples that had never been so hard or so protruding, "and thank you, Master and Mistress, for punishing slut's tits." Elli then stood at attention and saluted them both, even though it was wrong militarily in so many ways.

"Slut reporting for her next Mission, Sir, Ma'am. To the flag and back!"

Elli crouched down and put her boots back on, making her tits jiggle again more than was necessary as she tightened them. Then standing, she tugged her knickers up into a tighter wedge that exposed her bum fully and made her damp gusset into a well-defined camel toe, turned to the door, opened it wide, and jogged out into the passageway. There was no one about, thankfully. She had no idea how she might explain this away. Out of the Company building, straight towards the flag pole, one complete circle of the pole and then back into the building, ending up once more at attention before Sir's desk, chest heaving, eyes bright, tits out, nipples fully erect, dressed in just wedged knickers and black Army boots. Her near orgasm had faded into the background but she was still highly aroused; that almost-naked run outdoors with the risk of being observed, oh my! If only she were allowed to cum; she could go back to her barrack room, strip naked, lie on her bed and bring herself to completion before starting her Weekend Duty.

"Slut reports Mission Complete, Sir, Ma'am!"

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Clint was watching through the office window as Elli ran to, round and back from the flag post. With her knickers wedged between her arse cheeks he was afforded a good view of those cheeks as she ran out and of her breasts on the return, each jiggling nicely as she ran.

After Elli had reported back, stood to attention awaiting further instructions, Rachel took the opportunity to bring up Elli's inadvertent Barrack room strip show Sgt Morris had mentioned to her earlier. "I heard lots of the boys in the block opposite got a good view of you through the net curtains the other evening. Apparently they could see you strip off then kept watching for your return from the shower where they watched you dry yourself and then dress. I don't know if it was accidental or not but I think you need to keep putting on a show for them." Rachel moved to stand directly in front of Elli. "Think of it as the latest task, set for you by me, to help in your mission to improve your feminine sexuality." Rachel flicked Elli's nipples with her finger. "When you behave in a sexual way you feel more sexual. Although I think you will like the feeling you get from turning on a large group of men. Of course you'll have to update me on how it is going."

"Before you leave I wanted to let you know what I require from you as 'Duty Clerk' this weekend." Handing over a mobile phone to Elli, Clint continued. "At the moment there is nothing required this evening. I'll phone you if anything comes up that I need you for. Report to me here at 0800hrs tomorrow morning and I'll direct you on what I require, just a few simple tasks so you might as well work from your desk. You'll be close by if I need you and you'll still have plenty of time to visit Ma'am in her office for the modelling practice required. Slut is dismissed."

Elli gathered together her uniform and the duty phone, before she could leave Rachel had one last thing to say. "Don't forget that you're still not allowed to masturbate or cum. I know you get very aroused and must be desperate for an orgasmic release right now but it won't be long now." Turning to Clint. "Perhaps you can let her have the release she craves as early as tomorrow Clint?"

"Perhaps." was Clint's non committal response.

Elli turned, knickers still wedged between her cheeks, and walked out of the office leaving the door open she walked down the corridor and returned to her desk to dress.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli dress quickly making sure to stay in the line of sight of Sir's office as much as she could, though she didn't look in that direction. She didn't want Sir and Ma'am to think that she was desperate for their approval and attention. That would never do. She could walk away from this arrangement any time she wanted! It was clearly now beyond the scope of proper training, no matter how much Sir and Ma'am said otherwise. She wasn't totally stupid.

Except, it did resemble what she thought might happen in an interrogation; stripping, spanking, kneeling hands-on-head. And Ma'am was right about Elli needing to develop her feminine sexuality. And also was a very good, kind friend. Almost a life coach. And so far her advice had been perfect. And so had her nipple teasing! And she promised to get Elli some modeling assignments and more pretty underwear, as long as Elli was good enough tomorrow when kind of auditioning for Ma'am in her new red undies? She must remember to bring heels. To be professional.

And then there was Sir. He spanked her, wedged her knickers, flicked her nipples, bounced her tits; all of that was probably tame compared to really being captured by an enemy. So on reflection, it probably was all appropriate military training. The masturbation and orgasm stuff, the Master and Mistress? Was that part of it too? Did she care?

Properly dressed, Elli marched away clutching the duty phone and thought about her latest mission. A show for the boys in the barrack block opposite. Had they really been able to see her before? With her net curtains? That made her think. At least everyone knew her little show had been accidental. She'd need to make the deliberate one look like an accident, too. And she'd better hurry. Everyone would be getting ready to go on weekend and soon the barrack rooms would be empty.

Elli quickened her pace and went up to her room, flicking on the light and tossing the phone onto the bed. She glanced at her window with its net curtain covering the inside. She couldn't see anything through it, so how could anyone see in? She didn't understand, but took Ma'am's word for it, trusted ma'am's judgement. Would obey ma'am's order, instruction, test, mission, whatever. But did the men opposite really see her? How many? Did they like it? Like her? That would be kind of awesome, being liked by so many men, possibly even turning them on as Ma'am had suggested. But Ellis Lutte? Could she be that sexy? The whole point of Ma'am's feminine sexuality training was to make that possible. She had to try. And if she impressed Ma'am, then Sir might let her orgasm tomorrow!

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

The accommodation block was a hive of activity, as it always was on a Friday afternoon. The majority of the men were changing and packing bags, getting ready for a weekend trip to their home town, visiting family, friends and loved ones. There were of course those who were on duty that weekend so unable to go anywhere and a few who had chosen to just to stay with friends on camp.

News of the unexpected strip show from the sexy new Clerk in the opposite block the previous evening had rapidly spread around the block. With the previous show in mind, some of those not busy packing were keeping an eye on the room in the hope there might be a repeat performance. One such guy noticed Elli appear again near her window. He immediately raised the alarm to everyone else in the block "That stupid little slut Clerk is at her window again, the one who doesn't wear bras and strips of in front of her window."

This lead to everyone huddling around the windows with a good view of Elli's room, those rooms with no view joining friends, all fighting to make sure they had a decent view. Another of the men asked loudly to anyone/everyone in earshot. "Do you think she's such a stupid slut that she doesn't know she can be clearly seen through the net curtain with her light on?" There was laughing from all around the room.

Another added. "Perhaps she's such a filthy little slut that she knows and wants to be watched by us all?" More laughter.

"An absolute slut who fantasises about being fucked by a group of men." Added another. There was laughter at her stupidity, or perhaps her slutty behaviour. One thing was sure, they all enjoyed watching her and would be fantasising about fucking her, some individually, some as a group fantasy.

Then it went quiet as they waited... waited for what they hoped would be another strip show.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli knew that she didn't have very long to complete her latest mission. The men opposite would be aiming to get off camp pretty quickly and wouldn't hang about on the off chance of seeing her undress. Wouldn't hang about even if they were certain she was going to undress. She was only little Ellis Lutte, not some star or model.

Ok, so light on, just like before. Then what had she done? Oh yes, get ready for a shower. She could do that again. Maybe repeating the same thing would make it look more accidental?

Not wanting to lose any time, Elli quickly stripped off her shirt half facing the window. With no bra to take off, her tits would be clearly visible if it was true that they really could see in through her totally opaque curtain. She'd just have to trust Ma'am. Then belt, trousers, knickers, none of which would be seen because of the height of the window ledge. But hopefully, they'd work out that by now she was completely naked. That made her shiver. Imagine being totally naked in front of a group of men! She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body up to her armpits, then unwrapped and re-wrapped a few times as if she couldn't quite get the tuck-in to hold. If they'd already seen her tits then a few more flashes couldn't hurt. Job done, she turned out the light and padded off to the showers.

NO MASTURBATING! She almost failed as soon as she was under the stream of water and had to force herself to be good. The aching need between her legs was multiplied by the show she'd just put on. All on top of the special training with its stripping, restraining, spanking, nipple teasing, running outdoors topless ... In her mind, she pictured the men in the opposite rooms standing silently as they watched her undress and flash her tits, quietly applauding her, commenting on how brave she was, how pretty, how soldierly, how attractive, how disciplined, how well stacked. Except she wasn't well stacked, but maybe they might like her tits? Sir did, apparently. Unless Ma'am was just being kind when she said that? A quick cool shower and Elli returned to her room, the towel again wrapped around her damp body. She'd hurried, and her hair was still wet.

Back in her room, she turned on the light again, a signal to anyone watching, she supposed. SHIT! THE PHONE! She dropped her towel and hurried to the duty phone still on her bed. Phew! No messages, no missed calls. That was close! She half faced the window again, naked, and started towelling her hair. That should give them a generous amount of tit wobble to enjoy. By the time it was reasonably dry and combed she reckoned they'd probably be getting bored with her, so she dressed braless again in clean uniform, duty phone handy, ready to go down and eat.

Hopefully, she wouldn't be needed until 0800 and could enjoy a relaxed evening. Her first Friday night in her first posting. One week done; mostly successful. Just the signature sheet to be completed next week. Staff at the gym. If only he hadn't kept putting her off. Once she had that completed then maybe she could ask Sir again about the initiation? As early as next weekend? When she wasn't duty? Maybe? Hm, she'd need Ma'am's support. Even more reason to impress at the model audition in the morning. Heels. Be professional. She could do it, she knew she could.

Time for a burger and chips.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Murmurs of appreciation reverberated around the barrack room as Elli removed her clothing. The large group of men all peering through the windows hoping to see as much of the naked young Clerk as possible. After the towel was eventually wrapped around her body and she had disappeared off to the shower and the light had been turned off, everyone remained in place, waiting in the hope they will see more on her return.

After only a short time the light was turned back on, shouts of "The slut's back." and "Show us more of that fit body you whore." rang round the room. One even commenting on what Elli might have been up to in the shower. "I bet the slut has been rubbing her pussy in the shower, thinking about getting gangbanged." They all enjoyed seeing her naked, wet body and her tits wobble as she dried her hair. Unfortunately for them it was over all too soon as Elli dressed. The men began filtering away for the weekend, cocks hard from the show they had just witnessed and a memory to have a wank over when they were alone.

Meanwhile Rachel was messaging Mal Morris. "You need to meet me at my office tomorrow morning 8am, bring your camera. You said you wanted to see the young slut, Elli in sexy underwear. She has a modelling audition I want you to photograph." The reply from Mal was almost instant. "I'm in, looking forward to it."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Day 6

Saturday dawned bright and clear. It was going to be a lovely weekend. For weather, at least. Elli was feeling a little down. She had no idea how her little show had gone the evening before; if she'd completed Ma'am's latest task sufficiently. She still didn't know if she really had been seen through her opaque net curtains. It didn't make sense to her. If she couldn't see out, how could anyone see in? Basic, surely? Add to that the worry about her underwear audition for Ma'am at some point in the morning, and the lack of personal space to think over what she'd so far achieved in her first week of a proper posting.

And there was a lot to think about. Her failure to complete the booking-in sheet. She really wanted to get that over with first thing Monday. No more being put off by Staff. Then there was the initiation. Still no word on if she would be allowed. Either at the difficult level or even at all. And Sir was kind of showing a grudging approval of sorts but he was far from being impressed with her. On the plus side, ma'am was being a really good friend and mentor. Almost like the big sister she never had. And with her help, Elli was becoming more sexually confident, more assertive, less timid and modest. She was developing. Which was a good thing. Wasn't it? But that reminded her of earlier reservations about the special training Ma'am and Sir were giving her. She was conflicted. On the one hand, it made perfect sense, the way they explained it. On the other, she still suspected that she was being exploited. Or perhaps, her naivety was being exploited. It wasn't as if she didn't like the training. But what did it all really mean? Elli admitted to herself that she had no idea.

Once breakfast was done, she returned to her room to check her uniform which felt nice with the new sexy underwear, brush her teeth, and get ready to march over, phone in hand, to Company HQ.

The building was already open even though it wasn't yet 0800. She put her things on her desk, made two cups of tea, and leaving one on her own desk carried the other to Sir's office, knocking on the open door and placing the cup on his desk.

Then stepping back, announced, "Private Slut reporting, Sir! I have the phone with me, Sir, and I only have one extra duty today, Sir, reporting to Ma'am at your convenience for the underwear thingy, the modelling approval, or assessment, or whatever? Sir? Master?" Elli stood at attention as was now customary, trying to be soldierly, respectful, and obedient.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Clint had spent most of last night thinking about today, how would Elli cope with the tasks she would be set. Granted she had coped well so far with what she had done and her 'training' seemed to be right on track to what he and Rachel had planned, but things would be stepping up today. Nonetheless, Clint was looking forward to the day.

Elli walked into his office with a cup of tea, he took a sip, just how I like it, he thought to himself. "Thanks for the tea Elli, you are a good girl for me sometimes. Although you're wrong about only having one additional duty today. I have arranged for you to collect the remaining stamp and signature from SSgt Gunn at the gym later today. I knew he was carrying out a private training session with a few guys today so asked if he would do it. There will be a punishment, or at least a forfeit, to be carried out by you for not completing the sheet in time. I'm sure you'll handle it fine, and be nice to SSgt Gunn as he's doing this for you on a Saturday.

"I'll either shout or call you on the duty phone to let you know what time we are going over to the gym. There will be plenty of time to carry out the test modelling with Ma'am. We aren't going to put you forward to carrying out any proper modelling until we know you are good enough. Before you head over to see Ma'am I have a few quick tasks I need you to do for me first. Just a few addresses and reports I need you to get for me, I've emailed you the details. Email them over to me when you're done. It's important I know where you are when you're on duty so keep me informed of you're movements at all times."

Handing out one last piece of advice before letting Elli get on with her day Clint warned her. "Remember you are being watched and judged for your suitability for an initiation at all times. Today will be quite an important day to deciding if we think you are of the required standard or not. Don't let me Rachel or yourself down. Off you go now, I'll check how you've been getting on later."

At the training offices Rachel and Mal were also having a cup of tea while they spoke, word of Elli's repeat strip show last night had already spread. There was also the model shoot they were about to undertake to discuss.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes, Sir! Master!"

Elli braced up, even though she was already at attention. She wanted to salute, to show a mark of respect for Sir, but she wasn't supposed to salute Warrant Officers. After a brief hesitation and heavy blink of her eyes, she turned about in best parade ground style and marched out of Sir's office.

Back at her desk she sat down abruptly and pulled her signature sheet from the drawer. So she'd get it completed today! That was fantastic. Even if there was a punishment. That made her smile as she imagined an extra Special Training session with Sir and Ma'am later on, his office probably rather than hers, and another spanking. Lovely. She put the sheet away again for when Sir ordered her over to the Gym. She had the modelling audition with Ma'am first. A kind of test. One she had to pass or there'd be no more underwear modelling. She had to be good. It was essential that she do well. And not just for the modelling. Sir had clearly said that today and maybe her whole weekend was like an assessment for the Initiation. Everything she did would have to be to the highest possible standards of detail, obedience, and promptness.

Elli fired up her computer and set about completing the clerking tasks Sir had emailed her about. This was just as much a part of her assessment. She had to be quick and accurate. No mistakes. She worked fast with full concentration, checking her work carefully before emailing the addresses and reports back to Sir. There. Fifteen minutes. Not bad. She'd added a second quick email stating that she was intending to ask Ma'am if she might report in half an hour, and would Sir like another cup of tea before she went? It was all formal and correct with no hint of her being Sir's private slut or him being Master.

Elli was very conscious of the need to not let down Sir, or Ma'am, or herself. Be alert, be ready for challenges, and respond with obedience, skill, and speed. Elli nodded to herself and felt the excitement of the challenge churning her tummy. She was ready. Possibly.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Pleased with the work Elli had completed and the promptness it had arrived, Clint accepted the second cup of tea and agreed to let her visit Rachel in half an hour. Clint enjoyed having Elli behave in two separate ways for him, as a good little private for him in public and when work was required and also his submissive, humiliation slut in private when the office door was closed. He knew there was a cross over on these behaviours, and would be more so a things developed, but he did enjoy her playing both roles for him.

There was also something else on Elli's mind when she presented herself to him. She braced up and stood to attention, as is required for a soldier in front of a Warrant Officer, but she had almost saluted on a couple of occasions, did once. At first Clint had put it down to naivety but now he thought it was more than that. It was as if she was wanting to salute as a show of authority, show him how much she respected him as possible. Perhaps he could think of other actions, to show her respect, Elli could carry out instead.

Back in the Training Office, conversation about the strip show and modelling complete, Mal was back at his desk, dressed in jeans and a shirt, civilian clothing as it was a weekend and he was officially off duty. Rachel wore a casual flowing dress and had her hair down as oppose to it being tied up, as she wore it while on duty. Her office door was open and she was carrying out some work, her eye kept glancing at her door though as she awaited Elli's imminent arrival.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli had been surprised that Ma'am's Sgt had answered the phone, and was even more surprised to see him in normal clothes while she herself reported in working uniform. With Sir's permission, Elli had requested the appointment with Ma'am and had come over to Training as soon as she'd made Sir's second cup of tea. That was going really well, the tea making. And coffee. Surely that must count towards being allowed to do the initiation, maybe soon, maybe as early as next weekend? She just had to get this duty out of the way, and the tasks. Such as completing the signature sheet. And more immediately, the modelling audition for Ma'am.

Hearing Ma'am's response to her knock, Elli marched into the office and halted, remaining at attention. She did a double-take. Ma'am was in normal clothes too! Elli gulped, adjusting to the change. "Private Lutte reporting, Ma'am!"

Elli was very conscious of the Sgt just outside the door, possibly listening, probably able to hear every word? The formality of her reporting to Ma'am was mostly for his benefit. But there was something wrong. Ma'am wasn't pleased. The look of disapproval was very obvious. It wasn't unkind. It was simply that Elli had got it wrong, whatever 'it' was. Elli braced up, just like she'd done in Sir's office, but Ma'am gave a brief shake of her head. Not that. Elli looked down at her uniform, her boots. Then back at Ma'am. Not that either. "Private Lutte, Ma'am?" That brought a flash of eyes. And they really were very pretty eyes. Pretty, wise, knowing. And it wasn't correct. Ma'am told her so.

Shit!

Elli tried again, screwing her face up first as she fought the embarrassment of the Sgt possibly hearing.

"Private Slut reporting, Ma'am, Mistress?"

That was met with approval. And the demand for Elli's mission report.

Elli swallowed and began her recap of the previous evening's little show, including her own doubts that anyone really could see through her curtains since she couldn't see out. She kept her voice low in the hopes that the Sgt wouldn't hear her words, but described briefly her repeat routine of light on, undress for the shower, light off, return showered, light on, towel hair, dress, light off and depart.

Elli waited for the congratulations, for the praise of continuing to develop her feminine sexuality, for the warm smile of sisterly bonding. But something was wrong. Again. Elli started to feel that this weekend was going to end up as a series of gaffes that she was going to have to work very hard to reverse. Her initiation was at stake. She needed Ma'am on her side!

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

After inviting Elli into her office, Rachel listened to Elli's account of the 'strip mission', although she was already familiar with what had happened from the discussion with Mal. "I have to say, I'm a bit disappointed in you Elli. I thought you would have taken things a bit further, rather than just repeating what had happened last time. You will only develop your feminine sexuality if you push yourself and increase what you do each time. Also we wouldn't want the men to start to get bored of your shows and stop looking out for you."

After a moment thought Rachel continued. "So I have a few suggestions on how you can begin to progress the strip shows and give the men more to appreciate. You should try to increase the length of the show you're putting on, wear sexy underwear, undress slowly, be more seductive, introduce touching yourself, nipples and breasts first, try to make it obvious your hands are going down to and touching your pussy, let them see how turned on you are."

"Maybe when you feel brave enough you can open the net curtains, give them all a better view, glance over at them to see their reaction. Make eye contact with one them? That will get all their cocks hard and wanking over you. I don't expect you to do this all at once but you should build up to it, show them a little more each time. You'll have to try again soon."

"Also, speak up when you're talking. You need to be confident in yourself and your sexuality. Don't worry about Sgt Morris hearing, he's about to help with the photo shoot. He's a semi professional photographer so will be taking some photos of you today. If you're any good, having a portfolio will help me secure you some modelling work."

"So you better get yourself ready for the shoot. I'll leave Sgt Morris outside until you're ready."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli was crestfallen. Her face fell, her chin dropped, her shoulders slumped. Ma'am was disappointed in her. It took her a few heartbeats to recover and stand up straight again. She was a soldier. She could cope with occasional setbacks. She must. Her initiation was at stake!

"Yes, Ma'am, sorry Ma'am," Elli replied in a stronger voice, resigned now to the Sgt hearing and finding out everything. And seeing! He was a photographer?

Elli decided she had better just continue as if it were only the two women present, and let Ma'am worry about her Sgt. She tried to remember Ma'am's advice.

She started to undo her uniform shirt and untuck it from the trousers as she added in a normal tone, "Sorry, Mistress, I was a bit thrown, didn't know how to, you know, judge things?" She nodded her head towards where the Sgt would be. "And yes, Mistress, I'll do better next time. I'll push myself further and try not to be so boring. I was trying to make it like it was all accidental, Mistress? But I understand my mistake. Next time I'll do better; slower, underwear, longer show, touching." She recited the suggestions to help her remember them.

By now her shirt was off, the trousers undone, and she was squatting down to undo her boots. The blatantly erotic language Ma'am had used was turning her on as much as the undressing, as well as knowing that the Sgt was about to see her in very minimal sexy underwear. The red satin thong didn't cover any of her behind, and the matching bra only just covered her nipples. This was going to be a challenge!

Standing up in just her underwear, Elli slipped her feet into the black heels that she'd brought, ready to begin. But first, she couldn't resist repeating some of Ma'am's instructions. "My mission is to touch my bare nipples and tits so the men opposite can see, and touch my pussy, and hopefully have them wanking over me, right Ma'am? Mistress?"

Elli decided to begin by standing at ease, feet apart and hands behind her back, tits pushed forward.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Seeing how slumped and upset Elli had become, hearing it in the tone of her voice, Rachel decided a little pep talk would help at this stage. It might be required if Elli was going to feel and look sexy during the modelling shoot. If she didn't perform and look good in the photos it would be more difficult to get her any modelling work. "I know you'll do better with the strip show next time Elli, we've been giving you a lot to do in a short space of time. It must be a lot to take in, feel overwhelming at times but you are progressing well and I know you will succeed."

Rachel took in the underwear and body wearing it as Elli stood in from of her. "I like the heels Elli, that's a nice little extra touch. I'm know you're going to be great at this." The pep talk continued and Rachel could see the uplift her words were having on Elli. "Now you look great but I'm not sure if stood at ease is a normal modelling pose. Are you ready for me to call Sgt Morris in and show us what you've got?"

Elli gave a nod to Rachel. Knowing that Elli was as ready as she ever would be for her first underwear modelling session Rachel decided to get things started. "Come on in Mal, she's ready for you now."

Sgt Mal Morris entered the room, camera hung round his neck and a bag of accessories over his shoulder. He physically gulped when he saw Elli stood in the new sexy underwear for the first time. "You look great luv, I'm sure the photos I take will do you justice."

"Try to relax as much as you can Elli, Just start off with some poses you feel comfortable with." Rachel continued with the reassurance she felt was needed. "Mal is a professional, listen to any of his directions and I'll jump in with suggestions if I think of anything from a female and sensual point of view."

One side of Rachel's office had been prepared by Mal for the photo shoot, it had been cleared of furniture and material/screens hung at the rear and to the sides, this was both to make the photos look more professional and to hide the actual location the shoot was taking place.

"Off you go then Elli, show me what you've got." Rachel then watched and waited to see how good a model Elli might be.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

“Yes, Mistress!” Just calling Ma'am Mistress in front of the Sgt was a risk but one worth taking. It made Elli feel sexy, played to her exhibitionist-humiliation-slut nature as Ma'am had named it, and anyway it was Ma'am's orders that Elli should feel and act sexy if she was to continue to grow in her feminine sexuality. And Ma'm's little speech had really helped her find her confidence again, as had the thrilling full body inspection, despite the initial telling off.

Elli decided to start with a runway-type catwalk. She'd noticed the Sgt's reaction when he first saw her on entering the room, when he took in her minimal red underwear that contrasted dramatically with her pale skin. It was a look of surprise, but she hoped it was also a look of approval. And his greeting was nice. He seemed to like looking at her as he put his shoulder bag down and made ready with his camera. Or maybe he was simply being professional and assessing his subject for technical reasons? Elli didn't want to delude herself.

She nodded again to Ma'am, ready to begin. She was obviously meant to be in front of the draped part of Ma'am's office so that it would look like the photos were done in a studio rather than a boring army office, so she positioned herself for the Sgt's benefit and began her careful catwalk, one high-heeled foot placed directly in front of the other, almost like crossing over, the way she'd seen real models do it in fashion shows, the way she'd practiced so many times as a young teenager when dreaming of wearing beautiful clothes in a runway show. It made her hips swing and showed off her legs and bum nicely. Or so she hoped.

First one way, towards the camera, then pause hand on hip, flick the hair which was now loose, give the camera a look of attitude, turn and walk back. Walking back so that her almost naked bottom was on show. That gave her a thrill.

Reaching the end she paused, then turned again towards the camera. She thought she might try some static poses next. After all, Ma'am had instructed her to show what she could do. She would follow Ma'am's advice and relax, enjoy herself, and listen to their suggestions. Ma'am had mentioned sensual, so that had better be what she gave them. She hoped that heels would help, heels that had earned Ma'am's approval!

Thinking again about her little strip show, or rather about her next one, Elli wanted to prove to Ma'am that she could listen to advice and show improvement, that she was worthy of Ma'am's confidence. And support. And had the right attitude to do the difficult initiation.

Her first pose was facing the camera square on, feet apart hands on hips while the Sgt took a full body shot, then she half turned to her right and relaxed her right knee. That was followed by a series of poses that she had only ever done in front of bedroom mirrors in private. As she ran through the different positions, the Sgt moved forward and back, getting full figure shots and close-ups, head to waist, underwear detail, angles from the sides, front, back, below, and above.

She tried side on, both left and right; leaning forward with chin up and hands on hips then hands on her knees; hands in her hair while looking over her shoulder or to the side or forward; arms and legs wide like a star shape; pouting, smiling, deadpan, blowing a kiss, licking lips, tongue out like a brat; eyes smouldering, eyes innocent, a look of surprise, a grin, a cheeky smile. All the things she'd tried out in front of a mirror. She'd even tried a few slightly naughty ideas. Hands cupping her boobs; one hand over her crotch the other over her chest; even one with her fingertips just inside the front of her thong. She finished with a submissive pose for Sir even though he wasn't there. Maybe he'd get to see the pictures and know it was for him? With the Sgt taking pictures from all angles she knelt, sitting back on her heels, hands behind her back as if bound, knees together, chin up, mouth open, eyes gazing into the camera when it was in front of her. Then again with knees wide apart.

Elli nodded, done. She stood up and looked from the Sgt to Ma'am, biting her lower lip. “How did I do?”

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Both Rachel and Mal had been impressed by the moves, poses and confidence shown by Elli, she had admitted that she had never done any modelling before but appeared to be at a fairly advanced level, certainly beyond that of a beginner model. It appeared that Elli was really enjoying herself. With the young fit body and sexy look it's no wonder the staff in the underwear shop had mentioned her doing modelling for them. It should be easy get some modelling work for Elli. Rachel thought to herself. These photos will certainly seal an arrangement with the underwear shop.

Once Elli had finished her moves, Rachel was the first to speak. "That was really good Elli, you're a natural at this. 'Sir' will really enjoy the submissive poses you adopted at the end." Rachel then spoke to Mal, "Make sure Clint gets a copy of these photos as soon as possible." Mal nodded in acknowledgment.

Continuing her assessment Rachel went on. "I really liked the naughtier poses you tried out. What about you Mal?"

"Yes the naughtier poses were great. Naughty and sexy is what underwear modelling is all about. Let's see if we can maybe explore on some of those a little more." Mal approached Elli and slid the bra shoulder straps down over her left shoulder. "That's a little sexier. Now carry out some poses again, cupping your tits and fingers just inside the front of your thong." Mal returned to clicking away from a variety of angles as Elli carried out more poses, the areola on her left breast now showing.

Mal then placed a chair in the draped area of the office, back of the chair facing out towards Mal and Rachel. "Ok, let's use the chair as a bit of a prop. I want you to stand, side on and place one leg on the chair." Mal moving Elli into the position he wanted and lifting up a leg to place her foot onto the edge of the chair. The photos continued as Elli kept up the sultry, sexy and playful looks to the camera. "Now the other side Elli." Elli walked round to the other side and placed her opposite leg up on the chair.

"Now I want you to straddle the chair." Mal waited for Elli to get into position, "Remember lots of touching and feeling sexy." As Elli altered her poses, arms folded on the top of the chair back, cupping her breasts, hands and fingers over her crotch. Mal kept on taking photos from an array of positions. "How about you drop the other bra strap down over your shoulder?”

Rachel decided it might be time to push Elli a little further. “You’re doing great Elli but your going to have to get used to topless shoots sooner or later so why not just take off the bra?”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli looked up at Ma'am, still sitting open-legged, hands again on the chair back with arms outstretched, a little shocked at the suggestion. It was one thing being topless in front of Ma'am and Sir; even running outside topless when she thought no one was watching; or putting on a little strip show possibly viewed from a distance and through netting. But photographed topless? That would be forever. Recorded, stored, viewed. No going back. And that other thing: your going to have to get used to topless shoots sooner or later. Really? Was it as inevitable as Ma'am said?

"Yes, Mistress."

What else could Elli say? She swallowed hard, steeling herself. She was about to deliberately expose her breasts, tits was what the Sgt called them, about to deliberately expose her tits to the Sgt, AND let him photograph them. Photograph her. Topless, tits out. She was being ordered to get her tits out to be photographed.

Elli shivered in a mixture of apprehension and excitement, fear and arousal. She was just discovering that she liked her boundaries being stretched. Adored being given such naughty orders.

Everything Ma'am had said since they actually started had been so supportive and helpful that Elli felt full of confidence. She had even liked the way the Sgt had positioned and adjusted her body and clothing. And she so hoped that Sir really would enjoy seeing what they'd done so far. Especially those submissive poses. But this was a big step forward.

She looked the Sgt in the eye, saw only his complete agreement with Ma'am, then looked into the camera now hoping that the removal of her bra would also be recorded. Elli licked her lips. Taking her time, in as casual and nonchalant manner as she could manage, she sat up straight and reached behind to unfasten the minimal bra and let it slip forward and down her arms. She then placed her right hand on top of the chair back, the bra still hanging from the fingers, and put her left hand on her belly between her thong and tummy button. Leaning back slightly to make sure the Sgt got a clear and unimpeded view of her now bare tits, she smouldered into the camera, mouth slightly open, breathing hard.

Elli's left hand slid under the top edge of her thong. And kept going. Until she was very obviously cupping her pussy. But not moving. She was still under orders: No masturbating.

She broke eye contact with the camera, dropped the bra, raised her left hand to her lips to lick her fingers, and then ran through the Sgts series of chair poses all over again but this time with bare tits, starting seated and then moving on to standing. She loved it. Felt alive like never before.

“Can I try my earlier poses again with my tits out? Mistress?” Elli at first was asking the Sgt as the photographer, but turned to Ma'am for permission. She knew she was hungry to do it all again, but in this much more risky way.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

"Excellent suggestion Elli, of course you can, although you sometimes disappoint, you often impress me. Proving you're the right person for this project, for the additional training and probably an initiation soon."

With his camera at hand, Mal was ready to take another set of photos, this time of the topless young soldier. Elli readied herself and began to repeat the routine she had run through earlier, this time topless. First the catwalk, one high-heeled foot in front of the other, crossing over her legs. It again made her hips swing and showed off her legs and bum. In her topless state, this time it also showed off her 28b, pale pert breasts, confirming the self supporting firmness as they bounced in time with her strides.

As Elli set off towards the camera, towards Mal, he focused in on her tits, the light pink nipples with pencil eraser nubs surrounded by 10p coin sized areolas. Elli paused hand on hip a flick of her hair, stared into the camera before turning and walking back. Swinging her hips while walking back so that her bottom on show bounced. Reaching the end she paused, then turned again towards the camera to carry out the static poses.

Remembering the first pose she adopted the position, facing the camera square on, feet apart hands on hips. Elli then half turned to her right and relaxed her right knee. That was followed by a series of other poses she could remember carrying out earlier, Mal clicking away, taking photos, again getting full figure shots and close-ups, head to waist, nipple close ups, he was sure Elli's nipples had grown harder and were sticking out even more now than when he had first focused on them.

As she ran through the different positions, side on, both left and right; leaning forward with chin up and hands on hips then hands on her knees; hands in her hair while looking over her shoulder or to the side or forward; arms and legs wide like a star shape. She again tried different facial expressions, pouting, smiling, deadpan, blowing a kiss, licking lips, tongue out; eyes smouldering, eyes innocent, a look of surprise, a grin, a cheeky smile. Then the slightly naughty ideas She had run through, hands cupping her boobs; one hand over her crotch the other over her chest, both poses covering her nipples, one with her fingertips just inside the front of her thong.

Elli then adopted the submissive pose, sitting back on her heels, hands behind her back as if bound, knees together, chin up, mouth open, eyes gazing into the camera. At this point Rachel interrupted with an idea. "I think we should make a couple of improvements to this pose, for Sir to appreciate." Rachel removed a blindfold and wrist binds from her draw, held them up in front of Elli, checking that she was happy to agree. A nod from Elli, granting permission for Rachel to place the blindfold over her eyes and tie Elli's wrists behind her back. Mal continued taking photos, Rachel knew Clint would see them all soon but had an idea to give him a quick glimpse now. "I really think Sir would like to see a photo of you, submissive for him like this now." The statement was directed at Elli but did not require a response. Rachel took out her phone and took a couple of photos of Elli one straight on from the front, one at a slight angle to the side, making sure the bound wrists were visible.

With the photo shoot now over Rachel removed the blindfold and wrist binds. Showing Elli the photos she had taken on her phone. "What message shall I add to the photos! 'Sir's submissive little slut, ready and waiting.' That sums it up well and I'm sure he'll really like it." Rachel hit send and the message and photos were on their way to Clint.

"You can get dressed now Elli, you'd better get back to your duty. Thanks very much Mal, although I'm sure you enjoyed the task. Make sure Clint and I get copies of the shoot. I need to take some to show to the underwear store manager, the topless ones will surely seal a modelling assignment for Elli."

As Elli was dressing Rachel praised the young soldier again. "You really were fantastic Elli and I'm sure Sir will be proud of his good girl. If you keep impressing you could even be a candidate to take part in an escape & evasion training exercise I'm intending to run in the near future. Of course, if you get captured, there will also be interrogation training involved. You should make sure Sir conducts more interrogation exercises as part of the developmental training he's conducting with you."

Once Elli had dressed and left, Rachel spoke with Mal again. "I think there is a chance we can get a fully nude shoot soon. Would you be happy taking photos of her naked?"

"Definitely! And I think you're right Ma'am, she's very open to suggestion."

"Good. And make sure the recording equipment is ready for this evening. There might also be a little show in the gym later this morning so maybe head over there if you have time."