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The two are a stunning sight with their tousled hair hanging down over each girl’s eyes, damp with oil and sweat; each well oiled body flushed and gleaming with perspiration.

They will stand on their toes and endure as each woman learns in her own individual way, what it is to be a slave girl.
I decide to ignore aleskia’s insolent little outburst of frustration at my gagging of aspen for aleskia’s defiant outburst and continue my training plans for my two slave girls’ afternoon.

Leaving them to their own devices for a while, only the barest touch of female toes on the tiled floor prevents a complete suspension, I let them ponder the meaning of the small circular cage I have just dragged into their area. I step out of their room and go up three levels to my Greek island’s observation deck.

Once outside, I marvel taking in the ocean island scene. White sand beaches, deep turquoise blue water, and the grass of the hillsides very green and damp from a recent rain and under the trees a swirling eerie mist is hanging in the air. The overwhelming scent of flora assaults my senses. Rich plant life hangs lushly from walls and trellis partitions to create a maze-like, and sometimes tunnel-like surrounding of red, blue, purple, yellow, green and white.

Not a neighbor anywhere, so alone, just nature and my compound on this Grecian island, which is so very, very isolated. The afternoon is still and pleasant. I smile at the sea and the overhead daytime quarter moon casting a soft shimmering light upon the calm sea. A chill autumn breeze is starting up from the direction of the mountains. The day is warm, but summer is closing now.

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

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

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

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