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Part5: The Uniforms

“Follow me.” Dawn said to her girls, keeping an eye on their reactions she led them to an empty part of the dressing room. On the bench were two stacks of clothing. Removing the collars from the top she hands them to the eager girls. “Get dressed. I will help with the corsets.”

With a smile amy fingers through the stack. A white corset with pale pink lace on the edges caught her attention. Her gasp of pleasure made dawn smile. “Its beautiful!” There was a pair of white fishnet stockings, a pair of white panties with pink and white strings along the bottom. She turned to dawn confused.

“The strings clip onto the top of the stockings to hold them up.”

Amy’s mouth formed a delicate O as she slipped the soft fabric over her legs. The fit made her blush a bright crimson. They left a good chunk of her butt cheeks exposed. With a shrug the stockings were stepped into. Dawn knelt behind her and clipped the garter in place. They came to mid thigh and showed off her legs perfectly. Picking up the corset she fit amy into it, chinking it the half inch required. Little gasps but no complaints left amys lips. Patting her shoulder dawn smiled, “You look great, go look.”

Amy all but ran to the mirror. The image before her looked so foreign. The corset pushed her breasts up creating a deep V of cleavage. A ribbon of flesh peeked out between panties and the lace of the corset. Her reflection revealed the sexual part of her. She loved it. She had forgotten the strappy heals. She turned to get them but stopped dead in her tracks.

Cassidy’s glare ripped into her. Her pile of clothes in a tangled heap. Her voice was outraged, “Why does she get to wear that and I get… This?!”

Dawn couldn’t believe her ears. “Excuse me?” The girl must have gone batty, she thought.

Cassidy pointed to her clothes. “I’m not wearing that! There’s nothing there! At least she is covered.” she screeched at dawn.

She stalked to cassidy putting her face mere inches from the girls. “Wrong you ungrateful bitch. You will wear that or nothing at all. You have no say in what you wear!” her voice was a dead calm. She ment every word. One way or another the three of them were leaving the baths.

Her eyes narrowed in defiance as she hiked her chin up. “I will not wear that filth!”

“Put your shoes on amy, dear, quickly.” dawns fingers snaked into the redheads hair messing the braid up. The girl fell to the floor with a wince and tears in her eyes. “You just failed an order. You chose poorly.” With her free hand she flipped open a cell phone, punching in the number, she waits.

Rushing to put her heals on amy watched in silent amazement.

“I’m sorry to call Master, but cassidy has decided to wear nothing instead of her uniform.” The girl on the floor shuddered at dawns silence, wondering what was being said. Her palms were sweating and her heart was about to die of fright. “Yes Master. I understand, she will be ready.” Letting go of the wad of hair, she walked to a hidden cabinet. “Go wait outside on the bench amy.”

With one last look at cassidy, she walked off. As she settled on the bench the noise of something hitting flesh vibrated through the hall followed by screams of agony.

Her first punishment, she thought as she fiddled with a pearl button on the corset.

Surrender: Day 3

Indignation flares up as she remembers what He told her on His last visit. Stripping her of everything familiar, even her name! Does that mean He has done this six times before with different women? Bile rises up into her throat at the sickening idea. All the evidence pointing in one direction, now that her eyes have been opened…

He wants her for a sex slave!

What was she dragged into? Who could condone such a thing? Shock clouds her mind at what she did the other night and the implications of her actions. Did she actually… submit to His demand?! What was she thinking? Her independence and rebelliousness nature boil over as all this becomes clear. “Well, I wont let that ever happen again!” she vowed to herself out loud.

No sooner than those venomous words left her lips the locks to her door started to click open. The deranged Man of her thoughts walks into the room with only a large bag of toys. Closing the door with a loud thud he turns to her. He notices the change in her instantly. Leaning on the door he waits for the questions to come, without much patience he prompts her, “Well get the questions out of your system!”

Her eyes lift to His impatient face. Her glare would have froze a lesser man, but it did nothing to Him. “I know what you want and you’ll never get it from me! I refuse to be a sick sick mans sex slave!!” her voice rose to a shriek by the end of her statement. He never budged from His spot.

“Aren’t you just a clever little morsel. But I have to disagree with that. You will learn to do exactly as your told when your told just like everyone else around here. You have no choice. Don’t test me, girl, you won’t like what you find.” his voice never wavered. His features exuding an unearthly calm and absolute control of his emotions.

Her reply startled Him out of His calm for a flicker of a second. “Fuck you!” her satisfaction at seeing Him rattled evaporated as He crossed to her so quickly it was too late to flee.

His hand tangles into her hair yanking her head back. Mere inches from her face he snarls, “Watch it girl! You have no idea what you’re doing.” She hisses in a breath through clenched teeth, then lets loose a snarl of her own and spits in his face. A howl of rage erupts from the pits of his soul. He let’s go of her and storms out of the room.

A smug smile of victory spreads over her lips at His retreat. Steadying herself she stands up and goes to sit on the bed. Her satisfaction is shortly lived as He rushes into the room and at her. He pushes her to the concrete wall with so much force the breath is knocked out of her in a whoosh! His once pleasant eyes contorted with pure rage.. Her heart races in true fear of Him. Her limbs are tied to hooks in the wall and floor by rough itchy rope. His roughness causes her to tremble in regret for angering Him. She ventures to say, “I’m… sorry…”

He grabs her chin hard exposing her slender neck. His teeth sink into the joint of her shoulder and neck with vicious power to draw small beads of blood successfully marking her. He steps back as the copper metallic taste of her blood touches his tongue. “Not yet, you’re not. See I know what gets you to repent quicker than anything…” he says this as he leaves once more and swiftly returns with the bound beauty from the other day. Her nude figure perfection except for a brand on her right hip. The girl’s eyes were wide as he secures her hands suspended above her, across the room from seven. “… And that is the suffering of another human being. You have condemned Tanya to your punishment!”

Sevens eyes go huge at the idea of what she’s done. She strains on her bonds, the sting of rope biting into her flesh welcomed as much as ignored. Unnoticed before she sees Him unfurl a bull whip, positioning Himself off to the side so seven could see the pain and suffering she caused. A loud crack radiates around the room as the first strikes digs into the woman’s flesh. Her piercing scream follows. The flesh where He aimed is laid open and a drop of blood trickles down. Crack! Another blow, another scream and another ugly gash marking the flawless beauty. Sevens cries mingle with Tanya’s as tears blur her vision. Crack! The unrelenting tempo of the whip increases. Crack! Tanya’s pleas jumble into an incoherent mess at the pain and endorphins flooding her system. Crack! Seven screams at Him, “Stop! Please, I’m begging You! No more, I’m sorry…”

He arches his brow and looks over to her. Tears stain her cheeks as fresh torrents of tears flow from her red eyes. The ropes have left red furrows where they dug into her wrists as she struggled in vain. Crack! “I’m sorry… What!?” his voice was full of implications and threat.

Her body sags as she understands. In order to stop this she must give over herself to Him… Crack! “I’m sorry SIR! For my wrong doing.” her voice breaks at this last bit. “No more, please, I promise to be good!”

He coils the whip back onto his belt and walks to her. She lowers her eyes unable to look into the eyes of this man. Inspecting her he says, “Now you understand. You are no longer free to do what ever you wish. You will follow the rules or this is your punishment. You forced me to do something I dislike, but it was needed to teach you your place.”

He reaches into his pocket for the remote and pushes the button. Two women walk in and view the scene, eyes wide as the spot Tanya’s back. “Take her to Mitchell. He knows what to do.” They bow in unison, retrieve Tanya and depart.

Releasing seven he commands, “Kneel before me, legs spread.” She dropped to the floor and does as told. Her actions showing utter defeat. “Who are you?” he asks.

With a hitch in her voice she struggles to respond, “Seven, Sir!”

“Who am I to you? Be careful how you reply…” his tone firm and full of heated promises of punishment if she should fail.

“You are… my owner and Sir.” A single tear falls to the floor at her words.

“Put your hands behind your back and lower your forehead to my boot.” His eyes rake over her body in her rightful place. Her compliance was instant. He crouches down, placing his hand on her back somewhat tenderly. “You are forgiven my girl. Don’t make the same mistake twice.”

She breaks out in sobs at the knowledge of what’s happened. She is His now. Her choices have been removed and limited to fit the will of…

… Her Sir!

Blessed Mercy

I guess Master does have a merciful bone in His body after all. I was given a stern
talking to about walking away but He understood that it was the lesser of two evils.
My mouth is what gets me in trouble the most. I know shocking, but bear with me here!
There are so many double standards that drive me nuts and one of them is the fact
that He can act like a phallic at any given time but me? Not a chance! I will get in trouble
some how for it. I have never liked the double standards that are set in normal society
between men and women let alone the ones I dug up via BDSM. Now my life is chalk
full of them. And so what if I rebel a little, its in my genetic code. I use to become so
enraged that my brother or cousins could eat sloppy but I could not. I would get
punished for spilling something on my clothes or not using the proper utensil to eat
certain foods with. But they could use their hands!

But I digress before this post becomes an even larger rant on double standards
and proper etiquette.

Although I was bratty yesterday Master still allowed me to receive a rather hard
spanking with His belt. I am still deliciously sore in my upper back between my
shoulders and my lower back where some of the more brutal strikes landed. But I
do mean brutal in the best since of the word. *smiles*

Sadly though this morning I have started my horrid time of the month so any activities
s down in the nether-regions is going to have to wait. But luckily this doesn’t affect
my breasts!

Collar vs. Punishment

… I got my collar back after I was told to vacate the corner this morning. I’ve been waiting to write this in hopes I would feel differently about all of this with it back. But its still heavy with expectations and a since of impending failure. I doubt that’s how I’m suppose to feel about it, I should be grateful. I just have a fear of things going back to “normal”… I know I’m not the best slave, hell I’m worse then mediocre. At least I’m still trying, that ought to count for something.

Apparently walking away when extremely angry and hurt instead of snapping a snide comment is a punishable offense. I just can’t win. Sometimes all I want is to break even, winning isn’t necessary anymore. I don’t know how I’m to be punished or even when. Or if it will happen for that matter. If it does I’m sure I will write about it afterwards.