Retribution, By edri{AF}
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Lisa was a little surprised by the phone call. She and Teresa weren't
exactly what she would call friends, more like rivals. In Fact Teresa had
stolen more than one boyfriend from her over time, the latest not two months
before. Still when she called asking for help Lisa couldn't say no and
agreed to meet with her for coffee. Lisa pulled her little car into a parking
spot in front of the bistro .Teresa was at the front, seated at a little
table for two. From the looks of her eyes she looked as if she had been
crying. Lisa Reminded herself that this sultry little brunette would likely
stab her in the back as quickly as look at her and that she should not feel
too sorry for her no matter how good a display she put on.
 The girls greeted each other and Lisa ordered a coffee to keep the waitress
from buzzing around them too much.
 "Lisa I'm in big trouble."
 "I'm sure it's not as bad as you are making it out to be Teresa. What's up"
 "I may have to go to jail. If I don't come up with some money, and fast."
 "What? Why would you go to jail?"
 While Teresa wasn't Lisa's favorite person in the whole world, and Lisa
would have given a whole lot to see her come to some difficulty in her life
she didn't deserve to go to jail, she just wasn't the type. Teresa started to
tell the story. She had gotten a job for the summer as a house sitter. She
was watching a couple's house and staying there while they were gone for the
summer. The man kept a fair bit of cash and valuables in the house and she
was paid to stay there and make sure it was all safe and sound. One night she
had invited her boyfriend over (Lisa’s old boyfriend Lisa noted) to stay
the night with her. They had stayed up late and he slept over. When she woke
up the next morning he was gone, but so was $10000 in cash the old man had
kept in a desk drawer for emergencies. The man had refused to believe that
Lisa Hadn't taken the money, and even if it had been the boyfriend as she
had said he figured she was still responsible. He had told her that she had
the 4 months of summer to pay back the money, $2500 every month or else he
was going to the cops to have her arrested. The boyfriend of course was
nowhere to be seen.
 "What about a job?" asked Lisa.
 "Are you kidding? If I worked all summer I couldn't come up with that much
money, and even if I could who’d hire me after this?"
 Lisa thought for a moment and a glimmer of an idea started to form in her
mind. It was no mystery why Teresa had come to her, Lisa was probably the
only person Teresa knew who had that kind of money to spare. She had to know
she hated her. Finally Lisa had something to hold over her, something she
could use to her advantage to get back at her for all the lousy things she
had done to her over the past 4 years or so.
 "Teresa I'm not just going to give you the money. But I'll tell you what I'
ll do. I've got a lot of construction and such going on at my house, and all
that dust and mess is making it hard to live in. I'm not much of a
housecleaner, but if you want to work for me for the summer I'll pay the
$2500 a month you need. But you'll have to do exactly as I say for the
entire summer, 24 hours a day seven days a week if I require you to. You
wear what I tell you to, you go where I tell you to , you do what I tell you
with no hesitation or there will be no cash. Is it a deal?"
 Without thinking it over for more than a second Teresa had agreed to the
terms. Lisa thought the girl had even sighed a sigh of relief. A
mischievous grin crossed her face as she bade her goodbye, telling her to
be at the house the next day to begin her new job, 9 am sharp. Lisa herself
had some shopping to do.

 At 9am the next morning sharp the doorbell rang. Lisa was already up,
having a coffee. She opened the door to find Teresa on the doorstep in
cutoff jeans, t-shirt and sneakers. Lisa invited her up to the kitchen and
poured herself another cup of coffee. Teresa followed, awaiting her first
instructions. She didn't have to wait long.
 "Take your clothes off Teresa"
 Teresa looked at her , trying to determine if she was serious or not.
 "What I say, when I say, remember? Take them off or get the fuck out, I don
't care which you do but do it now."
 Teresa took off the shirt, her sneakers, the cutoff shorts. She was down
to her underwear and bra in a minute. Black lacy skivvies Lisa noted, no
wonder she was so popular with the boys, no matter how casual on the outside
she was always ready to bed underneath. Well the boys of this town would get
a good view of her before the summer was over, she would see to that.
 "Those too bitch. That's my new name for you by the way. I have a lot of
things to get back at you for, and I'm going to see to it this summer. Now off
with the underwear. Unless you want to call it quits now and go home?"
 "No..ummm I'll stay." Teresa was determined to get out of this mess , and
if it meant she had to put up with some taunting by Lisa this summer so be
it. She took off the underwear.
 "Your outfit for the day is in this box. Each day there will be an outfit
ready for you that you will be required to wear. In fact I may give you the
next days outfit before so you can wear it to and from, no reason you should
waste my time while you get dressed. From now on you show up at eight. I'll
give you a key so you can let yourself in. I want my breakfast at nine when I
get up. From there on it's your job to clean up, and there will be lots to
clean, those workmen do make such a mess. You’ll be expected to follow them
about and clean up after them, and also see to whatever needs I may have for
you. On the weekends when the workmen aren't about I may or may not require
you to be here. If you aren't here I will require you to carry a pager and
you will still be required to dress as I instruct you. Also, I want you to
shave this" she said pointing to Teresa's pussy.
 Lisa handed the box to Teresa and watched as Teresa took out the contents.
It had taken Lisa most of the afternoon to find just the right outfit, and
several other day's outfits to boot. She figured Teresa to be about the same
size as her and she had been right, though perhaps just a tad better endowed
in the chest. All the better she thought, she would make sure that she paid
extra attention in picking out outfits that displayed her more effectively
as the little slut that she was.
 Inside the box was a latex french maid's outfit. But not just any , this
one had some very special features. The black latex was made to be very tight
on the body, and the whole thing pushed her breasts upwards once on. Teresa
had a little difficulty getting it on, despite the fact the thin latex
material was fairly stretchy. The breast part was made of translucent latex,
not clear enough to see right through but clear enough to make out clearly
the shape and color of her breasts and especially her nipples. The apron
part was made of the same material, and was also extremely tight, and one
could easily make out the darker patch where Teresa's patch of dark hair
was. The skirt itself just barely covered the butt, and in fact the crease
where the top of the leg met butt was visible. Of course there were no
underwear.
 There was also black latex stockings,  and high heeled shoes to match. The
heels of the shoes were so high that after putting them on Teresa almost
fell after a couple short steps. She wasn't used to walking in heels at all,
and these were higher than most, adding almost five inches to her
height. Lisa watched amused as Teresa examined and put on the items,
expecting any minute that Teresa would say forget it and go home. But Teresa
didn't say a word as she put on the items.
 "Well now don't you look like the proper little slut that you are now. Hmm
but something is missing I think. Hold on a moment."
 Lisa left the room, and returned a few moments later. She pulled Teresa to a
half bow for a minute while she fastened a thin black collar on her neck,
and then secured it with a small padlock. She then handed Teresa a feather
duster.
 "Perfect! Now don't forget to bend over lots when the workmen get here! Now
get to work. I'm afraid the place is an awful mess, I'm not too neat to
begin with but with all the work being done the whole place needs a good
cleaning. I expect it will take a week or so to whip it into shape so  expect
to work late all this week. You will cook all my meals and do all the
grocery shopping as well. "
 Lisa hadn't been kidding. There were a few days worth of dishes in the
sink, everything was covered in dust from the renovations and there was at
least a months worth of laundry to be done, and that didn't count Lisa's
more exotic outfits that she hadn't decided whether she would have Teresa
wash or not. Lisa set Teresa to work while she went for a dip in the pool
that had been installed the week before.
 Lisa hadn't been born rich. She had spent most of her life in fact living
fairly modestly. That had changed fairly recently though. A year previously
both her parents had been killed in an auto crash. They hadn't had all that
much money when they died, but at least the house had been paid for. But
what was really important wasn't the house, but the insurance policy her dad
had taken out on both himself and his mother. IT had taken most of the year
for the insurance company to cough up, but cough up they had. The policy had
a double indemnity clause for each of her parents, and when it was all said
and done the insurance company had had to cough up a little over seven
million dollars, enough  to ensure that Lisa would never have to work a day
in her life, and could remain very comfortable.
 That she seemed to be the all American girl on the outside didn't mean she
wasn't seriously kinked, in fact the opposite was so. Lisa was into self
bondage in a big way. In fact she was into bondage in general, and this was
much of the reason for some of the renovations. Sure the house had needed a
face lift but the real reason was that she was having the whole house done
to indulge her kink, including a complete dungeon in the basement. The
workmen included workmen sure, but once they were done the bondage furniture
makers had taken over. Lisa had scoured the internet and found every dungeon
equipment maker and fetish clothing maker  and gone on a giant shopping
spree. No part of the house went untouched in some way, and there was special
emphasis on the bedroom and the basement below . She had the bedroom next to
the master bedroom taken over into the master bedroom, and the one next to
it a closet for all her new fetish clothes. The other two bedrooms she left
alone, reasoning she might have guests. The basement of the house was
converted mostly to dungeon space, with only a small room left for
utilities, laundry and storage.
 The fact she had no one to share all this with didn't bother her in the
least. The right dominant would come along sometime, in the meantime she
could always tie herself up She had numerous timers and such to indulge
herself, and the whole house she had specially wired with special circuits
to control timers, lights, whatever she wanted. She had also wired the whole
house with hidden camera's that covered every room from every angle. This
she reasoned would allow her to record for posterity any of her bondage
adventures.
 Most of the workmen left were working in the dungeon. That was the one
place that Lisa forbid Teresa to go. The people left still working were
almost all at least kink aware, they had contracted to install the dungeon
and equipment. It amused Lisa no end to see Teresa prancing around the house
in the various revealing and kinky outfits for the next month while what she
thought were workmen checked her out. If only she knew the thoughts going
through those men's minds! She had almost died when one day one of the
workmen slapped her hard across the butt and said aloud "get out of my way
slave!" >Teresa hadn't quite known what to make of it, but Lisa had enjoyed
it tremendously.
 At least once a week Teresa was sent shopping for groceries. Each time in
some outrageous outfit. Lisa had warned her to never reveal why she was
wearing such things. The outfits were almost always  revealing, but never
quite to the point of  being illegal. Sometimes Lisa joined her on the trip
to the grocery store and had her follow her and take the items she pointed
to, then waited away while Teresa had them rung out at the checkout. On one
of these such occasions Lisa had indicated a specific cash she should go
through. Teresa was wearing the french maid's outfit that day, and the cash
she had indicated had a boy from their school packing the bags. Lisa loved
the look on Teresa's face as she tried to nonchalantly behave as if nothing
were wrong and ring the items through red faced. Lisa had made sure that a
big pack of condoms had been included in the purchases, along with a tube of
ky jelly. She giggled uncontrollably from the car as the box boy who Teresa
had once dated looked hard at the items as he packed them in the bags. There
was a hint of a tear in Teresa's eyes as she packed the bags into the
car. Delicious thought  Lisa.
 On another occasion it was particularly warm. Even dressed lightly it was
hot as hell, and of course this was the day that Lisa decided Teresa should
wear a full length tight fitting latex cat suit, all black. It was also a day
for grocery shopping she thought. Poor Teresa was sweating buckets by the
end of it, strolling across the parking lot with two carts of groceries.
.Lisa had made a point of parking in the furthest spot, as she usually did,
making sure not only that everyone got a good view of Teresa but also that
she had to make two trips in the hot sun.
 Of course all of this was having an effect on Teresa. Twice she had been
brought to tears, but this did little to bend Lisa's resolve. She was also
getting quite a reputation around town, which of course was Lisa's intent.
 True to her word Lisa paid her at the end of each month. She handed her
bank card to Teresa, told her the pin,  and had her withdraw the money from
the machine. The bank of course was open, and Teresa was dressed in a red
latex micro miniskirt , matching red bra top with black circles about where
her nipples would be, and red latex gloves. Teresa had withdrawn the money
and paid it promptly to her previous employer.
 Every night after she sent Teresa home, Lisa took the time to indulge her
fantasies. She had enjoyed watching bondage movies, and had tried out some
of the ties on herself. She would dress herself in her sexiest lingerie in
the evenings and when she went to bed she was locked firmly spread eagled to
her bed. The bed had special timers built into it, and leather cuffs that
engaged the bedposts . They released an hour or so before Teresa arrived in
the morning. She tried out many different positions and toys. The hardest to
get out of was a hogtie. She had not thought much of it to look at it , but
it was made from four handcuffs joined together by a sort of I shaped
post. She clipped it on herself, reasoning there would be no problem in
escaping it since she had the key. She had gagged herself with a nice big
ball gag first and was on her bed . She enjoyed this for a little while but
soon decided she wanted to go to bed with her usual leather cuffs on the
bedposts. She took the key and tied to open the cuffs but it was then she
realized that she couldn't reach any of the locks on the cuffs. She couldn't
manipulate the key into the cuff on the same hand she held the key, and the
firm steel bar kept her from reaching any of the others. She was firmly
stuck, and even with the key she was unable to get out.
 Perhaps three hours passed while she struggled in vain to open the lock
unsuccessfully. Then she had an idea. The fellow installing the steel plates
with shackles in the dungeon walls had left his tools in the front hall. If
she could get to them maybe there was something there to get herself out
with. It would be tough but maybe she could roll her way to the front hall.
 The hardest part was getting off the bed itself. It was higher than most
beds due to some of it's special features, and she landed hard on her
shoulder when she rolled off it, her long blond hair covering her face and
getting in the way of her seeing in order to make any descent progress. She
did as she planned and tried to roll there but it just wasn't working so she
sorta had to worm crawl all the way there. By the time she got there not only
did she have a sore shoulder, but she was quite carpet burned in places to
boot.
 The tools were there and she managed after some effort to get the tool box
opened. She tried a hacksaw first but she couldn't hold it strait or get
much of a stroke on the metal bars or cuffs. That was useless she
thought. Eventually she got out a big pair of bolt cutters. By wiggling and
maneuvering she finally got thee jaws over top one of the bars, and worked
them by sandwiching the handles between the floor and her butt. By doing
this she cut one of the thick steel bars on the ankle, and again the other
ankle. With her feet free she could stand up, but her hands were still
cuffed behind her back and separated by a two foot steel bar. She wiggled it
over her ass and got her legs through so they were in front, then put the
cutters between her legs and cut the bar one last time. Now free more or less
she used the keys to unlock the cuffs from her ankles and wrists. It was
nearly 7 am and she was exhausted and covered in sweat. She took a quick
shower, and went to bed.
 Of course at 8 am sharp arrived Teresa. Lisa feigned illness and had her
dusting and cleaning the house, which she had to admit was looking pretty
spiffy these days. It was getting more difficult to find imaginative things
for Lisa to be doing. She'd done the clean the bathroom with a toothbrush
bit, and even had her cleaning out the cupboards in the kitchen and
bathroom. She didn't really need Theresa to clean the house  but there were
still plenty of opportunities to humiliate her.
 In another week the dungeon was due to be finished, almost a month earlier
than expected. Teresa of course had never seen it, both Lisa and the
workmen had been careful to keep the door closed whenever Teresa was in the
house.
 Teresa that morning began her day as she usually did, with dusting,
laundry, and what neatening up she could find to do. She’d gotten rather used
to the outfits that Lisa had chosen for her, on this day a Black leather
corset , leather bra and thigh high boots and panties. The usual collar
locked on her neck was  the only accessory. The corset she had been wearing
for some days now, unable to remove it until Lisa allowed it,  since the
laces that held it tight  on her waist were behind a zippered leather flap,
the zipper itself held by another small padlock..
 Teresa received the latest set of parcels from the delivery man. A steady
stream of them had been showing up since the first day, some small some
large, often 5 or six a day . Some Lisa had piled into the two spare
bedrooms, others she had taken down into that forbidden room which she
herself had never seen. On this morning however there was something more
interesting, and in the front hall too. Laying on the floor were some strips
of steel, and attached to them were four smith and Wesson handcuffs. Teresa
assembled them into their original shape on the floor. She wondered at their
origin, she had never seen these before, though during the cleaning of the
house she had seen lots of other interesting things. Like that couch in the
living room, with some rather strategically placed and almost decorative
iron rings , and the part that slid down to reveal a pair of heavy oak
stocks built into the frame. She had gotten rather a giggle over that one> In
fact all over the house things were just a little bit different , not to the
casual eye but to one who spent some time in the house and knew to look for
them  they were there to find.
 Lisa finally got out of bed about 1:30 in the afternoon, demanded coffee
which Theresa quickly fixed for her. It would likely be another late day she
thought, such was often the case on the occasions that Lisa slept in late, as
Teresa would be kept late to make her a late meal. Most times in the last
couple weeks Teresa had been leaving early, at five or six rather than eight
or nine and the past two weekends she hadn't even had to work, though of
course she carried a pager and had had to dress in the outfits, which
inevitably were locked on her before she left for the weekend, and
invariably the smuttiest thing that Lisa could think up.
 This week like the last four strait Teresa had worn a chastity belt. Made of
shiny stainless steel it had a locked waistband and a little slit in a steel
shield with another steel shield that locked over the front. of the slit. A
thin solid steel bar went up her butt cheeks which she had to bend aside to
go to the bathroom. It was frustrating as hell to be dressed up like this,
feeling as sexy as a woman could, and yet have that one thing denied of her.
The key, like the others to her outfits, was on a simple key chain that Lisa
always  wore on her neck like some kind of trophy. Still though she had
gotten used to it like all the other indignities that Lisa forced upon her,
reasoning that in another month and a half she would be free of Lisa and
free of the threat of going to jail by the old man. Of course going to
college this year was out, she would have to work to make up for the summer'
s lost wages, but she could take a couple night courses so the year wouldn't
be a total loss.
 Her parents thankfully had been sending her some money to live off over the
summer. They never visited her little one bedroom apartment, so she never
had to explain her odd actions and dress, though some of her neibours had
given her some odd looks as she passed in and out, and probably thought she
was some kind of prostitute. She was determined to get back at Lisa somehow
in some way for all of this, but she didn't know how yet. She knew however
if she was patient the opportunity would present itself. And present itself
it did.
 Two weeks had passed since the day Lisa had had the trouble with the
cuffs, and finally the dungeon, the last part of the renovations, had been
completed. Teresa was entering her last month of servitude. Lisa would miss
her, despite all the crap she had put her through little Theresa had put up
with it like a trooper, never once complaining, and Lisa had actually grown
rather fond of her. She even thought that, to make up for some of it she
would give Teresa a special bonus at the end of the summer, for being such a
good sport, enough money to see her through the college year in relative
comfort. Of course she wasn't about to tell her that, she wanted her to
squirm just a little bit more. She thought that actually Lisa had grown
accustomed and maybe actually liked her situation .She certainly seemed a
little happier these days.
 Being the last Friday of the month it was also payday. As she had the last
two months before, Lisa decided it was shopping day that day, and they took
their usual tour through the grocery store. She also decided it was clothes
shopping day, and she had Teresa follow her through the malls, dressed in a
black latex jumper and high heels and collar(of course!) carrying
packages. The outline of the steel chastity belt was clearly visible, and
below the bottom of the short skirt just a tiny glimmer of stainless steel
was visible. After shopping Lisa pulled up to the bank, and as she had  the
previous two months she handed Teresa the bank card to go fetch the money ,
carefully checking the bank machine receipt on return to make sure that only
that amount of money had been withdrawn.
 "Well darlin just one more month! Tomorrow I want you to shampoo all the
rugs, I've rented a machine. Be sure to be there at eight!"
 She dropped Teresa off at her apartment and headed home with a grin. She
knew very well the outfit wasn't coming off, it was locked on, and that
Teresa's car was parked in the driveway at her house. To get there at eight
she would have to take the bus, dressed exactly as she was.
 Lisa had begun the task of opening the dozens of parcels, all filled to the
brim with leather and latex outfits, gags, cuffs both steel and leather,
whips floggers and canes, clamps, everything her mind and fantasies could
muster and her computer could find on the internet. A few of the toys were
yet to arrive, but most were here. She soon realized that she had too much
for even her closet and dungeon toy chest to hold, so she ordered in a big
cabinet from a  furniture store, and put little hooks inside to hold some of
them.
 Each day she  scoured the  net , looking for new and interesting things she
hadn't bought yet but might like to try out. She spent hours on IRC looking
for just the right master but none of them seemed "RIGHT" none quite
masterful enough to make her do and endure the things her mind was disgusted
and repulsed by, and yet craved. One day she thought, the right person will
come along, and she would be ready.
 She had to hide the contents of the boxes from Teresa, and so she spent
much of Saturday in the dungeon unpacking boxes. She carefully packed away
all the wrappings back into some of the cardboard boxes and resealed them,
then tossed them into the small room .She would have Teresa take them out to
the dumpster, still there from the renovations, later.
Unpacking all these things was making her horny. This gave her an idea. She
went to the cabinet and removed a chastity belt . the twin to the one that
Teresa wore, and started to put it on. The front was thick stainless steel
plating, but the underside was something special, a special gel padding like
you sometimes see on more expensive mouse pads and bicycle seats with a
thick latex covering. It pressed obscenely on her sex, with a constant
pressure that would drive her absolutely insane. She also put on her ankles
a set of heavy steel shackles, the feeling of them in keeping with the
medieval feel of the dungeon. As she began to unpack the boxes she imagined
that she was doing it for some evil dominant, keeping her locked in the
dungeon and forcing her to unpack the instruments of her torture.
Pretty soon most of the boxes in the dungeon were emptied, so she took off
the shackles, leaving the chastity belt on, pulled on her track pants and
went up to the bedrooms to fetch more. She had Teresa help her carry them
down, at least as far as the outer room, and then stacked the fresh supply
in the room herself, being careful not to let Teresa inadvertently se
through a carelessly left open door. Well door actually was a misnomer, it
was actually a sliding panel that once opened revealed a heavy steel door
that swung inwards The steel door she had gotten in the habit of leaving open
though and just using the sliding panel. Still though the heavy steel door,
with it's thick bolts holding the steel plating added something to the
medieval motif.
Her favorite piece of equipment stood right in the middle of the large
dungeon area, a big rack in the shape of a Y. The heavy oak material was
sanded baby smooth, and then finished with at least 30 coats of varnish
which gave it a gleaming shine to it's dark stain. The top was heavily
padded with heavy leather straps to hold a victim, the straps themselves with
padding sewn over them which was covered in softer glove leather. At the top
of the rack was mounted an electric winch, and a hand control .  The winch
was also equipped with a timer, settable from a few minutes to days, which
would release the winch allowing the victim to release herself after the
timer had run out. The rack had many other attachments as well, a built in
tens unit, a motor that could be attached to a dildo at the apex of the "Y"
and some other little devious things. it had been set up a few days before,
and Lisa was just dying to try it out, especially the tens. She had never
tried one, but she knew from IRC discussions some of the tortures and
ecstasies that it could produce. Maybe tonight after Teresa left for the
evening.
After a couple more hours of oozing and awing over her new toys she was
getting a little hungry. She cleared the rest of the empty boxes from the
dungeon and headed upstairs, demanding that Teresa, who was almost done the
carpet cleaning, now cook for her. She relaxed with a shower while it was
prepared.
After a good meal, and still in her chastity belt under her track pants, she
puttered around on the computer while Teresa did the dishes and cleaned up.
Life really was good. She decided she really was in the mood for a good self
bondage adventure , preferably one with her favorite dungeon toy. Since the
dungeon was more or less complete now she didn't see any reason she shouldn’t
 enjoy it
 Lisa Thought about what she wanted while Teresa Finished up. There were so
many things to choose from so many things she wanted to try, but most of all
she wanted to try the rack, and it was the most suitable for a little self
bondage since it was built for that purpose. Besides she couldn't get the
idea out of her mind of being stretched to her limits unable to escape was
particularly alluring tonight.
 Teresa finished and Lisa immediately sent her on her way, she was anxious
to begin her adventure in peace. She rushed Teresa out the door and went to
the dungeon to get the chastity belt keys, for what she had in mind she
would not be needing it. After removing it she quickly started to get some
things together. The first thing she got out was a pair of rubber panties.
But these were very special panties, very special indeed. Attached to the
bottom of the panties were two black rubber dildo’s. with little chromed
bits on them. Also on the front of the panties themselves were two more
little chromed bits and off to one side of the panties was a wire and plug
with several connections on it. She carefully took a tube of lube and greased
the two dildo’s and slipped them up her legs. She had never used a dildo
on her asshole before, and it took her a few minutes to get it in, and
several tries. She moaned as the two slid home slowly, and almost felt like
masturbating on the spot, but that of course would have ruined what she had
planned. She snapped the panties around her waist and went back to the
cupboard, enjoying the full feeling it gave her as they moved inside of her
when she walked thick leather cuffs and strapped them over her ankles. They
were at least three inches wide, and had two heavy thick straps to secure
them, which closed with little brass padlocks. Once strapped into them there
was no way she was slipping them, and the thick fur padding of them felt
wonderful on her bare legs
 She also strapped a thick collar onto her neck. This was a posture collar,
it went the entire length of her neck  and kept her from bending her neck
too much in any direction. It's soft leather lining padded against her
throat and held it firmly, and it's shape held the bottom of her chin and
the back of her neck perfectly. Similar little brass padlocks held the three
little straps that secured it closed.
 She had a pair of big black bags and these she took upstairs  tot he
kitchen and filled with water. She hung these from hooks in the ceiling and
got two little pulleys with strings from the cabinet and hooked them
underneath them. She attached two little black plastic buckets to the
string, pulled the other ends and tied them off to rings on the rack for
later. It was almost time.
 She gathered a gag from the cabinet and started to put it on. This one was
very special. IT had an inflatable bladder that went into the mouth first,
then a wide oval shaped flat piece that was rigid that went inside the mouth
between the teeth and cheeks. The teeth themselves rested on a rubber ridge
inside the mouth. Then outside the mouth a special piece with a similar
lining tot he chastity belt completely covered the mouth and wrapped under
the chin. The straps went over and around the head, and when adjusted
properly held the jaw shut on the rubber bit, and held the front piece
tightly over the mouth. a tube ran through the middle, to ensure breath
wasn't interfered with since the nose was completely covered by the big
strap that went from the mouthpiece over the head which had a rubber pouch to
accommodate the nose. A single fitting was under the chin, and it was this she
now fitted a little pump bulb after pulling the straps all tight. The fitting
snapped into place and she gave it a few pumps. The little bladder inside
began to fill her mouth, pushing her tongue down and completely filling her
mouth. She pumped it a couple more times, almost to the point where her
mouth began to ache. She tried to talk, but the gag completely eliminated any
sound, all except a very gentle hum in her throat and the sound of her own
breathing.
  She grabbed the wrist cuffs, a metal contraption and a thick rubber
blindfold and earphones and walked over to the rack. She was ready. She
strapped the cuffs onto her wrists, padlocking on the three thick straps
that held them closed similar to the ankle cuffs . These however had eight
or ten inch straps that came off the end of her cuffs ending in two big d
rings. There was a big rubber blindfold that snapped onto the straps of the
gag, but this she just  set aside for later.
 She adjusted the controls on the tens unit. She'd never used one before,
but had heard of first time users who had been using them at full strength
after a few minutes. This one was supposed to be quite  bit stronger than
most,  but surely she could take it at 2/3 if they could take full power on
hers. she set it to "increasing intermittent frequency" which according to
the instructions would make it start in about five minutes with a short
burst, then a space, then a couple short bursts, then a nether break, and
build up until it was pulsing continuously in about a half an hour. It would
stay at that for the duration of her bondage. She hoped she could take it,
for if her plan worked she would have very little choice but to endure it
for several hours.
 She climbed up, and with some difficulty snapped the hooks at the end of
the rack on the cuffs. She had to lay her legs flat, as the padded straps
fastened her legs flat against the rack's padded surface gripping them
tightly When they were fastened all the way up to her thighs she angled out
the arms  of the Y so her legs were widely spread and locked the pins in
place that kept it from moving in either direction She picked up the plug
from the tens, and plugged it into the plug on her panties, and two air hoses
with quick connectors that plugged into  the bottom of her panties about
where the dildo’s were with a distinct snap.
 She had to work quickly now, and she reached up and turned a little valve
on each of the black bags just a little, and a drip of water dropped into
the bucket about three or so times a second. She quickly tightened the strap
that kept her abdomen tightly secured, and the two short clips that fastened
her collar tight and immovable against the table.
 Now she picked up the metal apparatus and inserted the two ends to the
semicircle shape of it into matching holes on the table and it engaged with
a click once it was pushed down over her breasts. Attached to it were two
clamps which held each nipple, not too tightly but that wasn;'t really the
point. On each of the clamps was a sharp stainless steel needle, with a
pivot and long arm. It was to these long arms that she tied the other ends
of the strings which were attached to the buckets. She wasn't going to be
restrained long enough to be fully pierced through the nipples,  but long
enough the weight of the water might make it seem like she was. The little
needles rested lightly against her tender nipples.
 She picked up the remote control for the winch, which was on a hook next to
her. There was a timer on it, which she set now for 2 1/2 hours. She
re-hooked it on the hook for the moment. and reached up and grabbed the thick
steel cable for it. She clipped the heavy clip onto the big d rings on the
end of her cuff straps. Then she familiarized herself with the buttons on
the control. When she was confident she knew them well enough she put on the
headphones and plugged them into the jack on the side of the rack .
Instantly the sounds of submission greeted her ears, moaning and screaming
slaves, masters and mistresses speaking.
 The blindfold was next, it had a rubber shield like a divers mask that
completely sealed off any light. It also had the capability to show whatever
she wished on an internal display, but for now she used it as a standard
blindfold. She grabbed the control to the hoist one last time  and pressed a
button. The steel cable began to withdraw into the hoist, pulling her arms
strait up in the process. IT was a slow process but soon she was nearly
stretched out. She pressed the button a little more and she was stretched
just a little more. Even now she could feel the sharp needles pointing into
her nipples.
 She was now at the point where she needed to decide whether she had
thought of everything. Whether she wanted to go back. She had better do it
soon, for soon the first shock from the tens would start. She opened her
hand and let the control fall and dangle off the side from it's cord, an
inch or so from the floor. She was now stuck, at least for the next two and
a half hours, that is unless she had help.
 She reveled in the feelings of submission for a couple of moments. She was
completely immobile, except perhaps for a finger or toe. She could not speak,
see or hear anything that wasn't carefully controlled. and shortly the tens
would kick in, and with it a special surprise. She didn't need to wait long.
 All of a sudden a jolt rocked her pussy ass and clit like a million
vibrators set on puree touching not just on but inside her flesh. It lasted
only a fraction of a second but it was enough to let her know she may have
been a little over ambitious with the controls of the tens. Her breathing was
quicker now through the little rubber tube, and she could feel the drops
hitting the bucket a little clearer now through the needles  pointing into
her sensitive nipples. She was thankful she had not put on the other
attachment, the one that would strap her abdomen and breasts with a thick
leather strap attached to a powerful electric motor. She imagined a master
had strapped her into this evil contraption, until he saw fit to release
her, and that she was  powerless to resist him.
 That's when something went wrong. The sound stopped suddenly. There was no
more moaning slaves, no more sounds of the whip, nor whispers from dominant
masters and mistresses. nothing but silence. She wondered if she might have
jerked and pulled the headphone plugs from their socket, but with  the collar
tightly strapped to the table that was impossible. She could feel the
needles biting lightly into her nipples but the sound was gone. Then she felt
the second jolt from the tens, slightly longer than the first and she was
breathing into the gag harder once again. This time though, once the jolt
finished she felt the dildo’s in her pussy and butt begin to slowly move.
The air hoses controlled them, and when the tens didn't jolt, the dildo’s in
her butt and pussy were going to thrust in and out of her. Then  about a
minute later, another jolt, they were getting closer together now, then the
movement of the dildo’s. Another 30 seconds later another hit her, and then
again the dildo’s. Then suddenly , in the midst of that she realized the
needles were sticking into her nipples a lot more than they were before.
Unable to escape them she could feel them biting slowly into her skin as if
the water weight had increased a great deal.
 Now the jolts were hitting her every ten seconds or so, and each time a
little bit harder  and longer. It seemed, but she was utterly powerless to
escape them in anyway. She was panting harder and harder now. Somewhere along
the lines the sound had returned, but she wasn't exactly sure when or how.
Perhaps it was a short, but for the moment she ad more important concerns
with the other things that were happening to her.
 Then the dildo’s stopped, and so did the tens and the sound. Something Very
odd was happening and she was now very concerned because something was very
wrong. She could have attributed the momentary stop in sound to a short in
the headphones but the other stuff should not have stopped., at least not
according to the way  she set the timers. She also realized the needles were
now pressing much more into her nipples than they should have been, almost
like the water flow had been increased from a few drops a second to a steady
stream.
 Then she couldn't breath. All of a sudden she couldn't draw any air at all
through the tube, and the little rubber pocket prevented her from drawing
any through her nose. She was really panicking now, but as much as she
struggles the thick leather held her perfectly. She tried hard to draw a
breath but was unable to. Then , just as she thought she might pass out and
panic had gripped her the most, she was able to breath normally again. Also,
the tens began, and the sound from the headphones.
 None of this did anything to put away her fears however. No matter how much
she rolled it over in her mind  in all the possible permutations it just
wasn't possible that this was happening, it just didn't make any sense at
all. She could understand the headphones...she could understand the
tens...MAYBE but there is no way she should suddenly not be able to breath
like that. It wasn't her mind playing tricks on her, it had been real, as
real as the needles she now realized were fully piercing her nipples slowly
but surely.
 Then, once again the sound was gone. Almost. The earphones were being
removed.
 "Figured it out yet sweetheart?" said a voice, almost so quiet she could
barely hear it, a whisper. She felt both relief and terror in that voice.
She now knew that these weren't random malfunctions, she wasn't trapped to
be found dead days or weeks later, but she wasn't too clear on what were the
intentions of her captor.
 Lisa struggled in her bonds, but of  course it did little good , she was
well secured and could not budge an inch.
 "Oh just relax sweetheart you aren't going anywhere until I'm ready for you
to dear. Did you really think I was going to let you get away with
humiliating me forever? And this dungeon, absolutely wonderful idea dear,
did you mean to keep me in it when it was completed? Is that why you were
trying so hard to keep it a secret from me? Well I don't think things will be
going QUITE the same way as you planned them dear."
  Lisa shook her head, as much as the thick collar tied to the rack would
allow anyway. She could hear the viciousness in Teresa's voice, something
she had not heard before.
 "Oh don't bother trying to explain it. By  the way. how are those nipples
feeling sweetheart? " she said as she squeezed the needle into each nipple
just a little bit more. She had already opened the valves up a little bit,
now she opened them more and the buckets began to get heavier much quicker,
in the process putting more pressure on the needles. She then unsnapped the
blindfold , it's purpose of concealment finished now.
 "You know it's the funniest thing. I thought I had left the oven on. Knowing
how angry it would make you if I did that I returned to turn it off. But
when I got here, you were nowhere to be found, go figure. I looked
downstairs, and imagine the eyeful I got when I saw you lying on this here
thingamajig and chained up and dropping the control. It took me quite a while
to figure it out. I mean I knew what was down here all along, I've been
sneaking peeks over the camera's for a long time. And here I was worried you
had all this waiting for me when all along you wanted to be chained up down
here yourself. Well you shall have your wish dear, and then some. I intend
to repay every embarrassing moment twenty fold. Oh ad don't worry about that
pesky timer sweetheart I've disabled it." She said as she one by one lit up
the big black candles that sat in the holders all about the dungeon, basking
it in an eerie and almost romantic glow as the light hit the carefully stone
masonic walls and accoutrements.
 "Well then dear shall we get started? Oh look, I can almost see the tips of
those needles. Anytime now they'll be through. Shall we wait for that?
 Lisa however was having just a bit of trouble concentrating right about
then. The Tens unit was now warmed up to the point it was pulsing almost
continuously, though the dildo's thankfully were off. Besides the feeling of
the tens she could also feel her own wetness lining the thick rubber
panties, and of course the needles which right now felt excruciatingly
painful, a difference to the almost pleasurable feeling of the tens unit.
 "OH I see we are having a little trouble concentrating. Hmm I need a way to
get your attention. Let's see what we can do about that shall we? Oh I know."
 Teresa picked up a small bit of cork that was sitting on the rack and placed
it into the air opening on the gag, shoving it in firmly. Instantly the
supply of air was gone and Lisa was struggling with her bonds, her eyes wide
with fear. Teresa let her struggle with that for a moment or two then leaned
over and kissed her lightly on the cheek, and whispered into her ear,
"Relax, I'm not going to let you suffocate. But I am going to let you
 suffer" as she pulled the cork out of the opening. Lisa breathed in and out
of the gag  with deep heavy breaths.
 "You know you should be grateful I came along. do you realize you had that
little electronic thingie set to TWICE the level it is now? Just imagine two
and a half hours at twice that. , why deary if you are squirming now you'd
be almost well done by then I should think. But enough of that fun "
 Teresa reached over and switched the tens unit off, then reached down and
unhooked it and the air tubes. She undid the two side straps that held the
panties on and slowly withdrew it.
 "Oh look sweetheart, these panties are all wet! My you really were enjoying
yourself weren't you?" She then put a finger into Lisa's pussy, gathered some
of her juices on it and scraped them off into the hole in the gag. Lisa had
little choice but to breath and taste her own sexuality.
 "So now it remains, what am I going to do with my pretty wrapped little
package hmm?  Use it like a new Christmas toy and wear it out all at once? Or
should I open it slowly, enjoy it for many years to come, cherish and enjoy
it thoroughly? What do you think? Oh that's right you can't answer me. Well
I tell you what you can give your opinion later..if I allow it..
 Right about then the needle suddenly gained some momentum, breaking through
and dragging itself through her left nipple  widening the hole as it did.
Lisa screamed in pain into the gag, but little more than a murmur escaped
the thorough gag.
 "Oh look! It's all the way through! How absolutely lovely my dear, a
wonderful little contraption you have here. But really it never would have
made more than a dent with that little dribble of water, I had to help it
along some."
 She reached down and wiggled the needle a bit, and Lisa Moaned into the
gag. She was accepting that Teresa could do anything she wanted now, and
going with her feelings. She somehow knew that Teresa  wouldn't too
seriously hurt her, though she wasn't all that confident about it. If she
wanted to kill her she would have done it by now, the cork was a very
effective method.
 "Oh look the other one is almost ready too! Now, don't go anywhere I'll
be right back sweetheart." Then she was gone . Lisa's nipples ached, one
almost to that bursting point, the other a dull ache now that it was fully
pierced. She thought she would die when it happened, but now she just sort
of felt warm and fuzzy. The other one was yet to come she knew, she almost
hoped for it , so it would be over with.
 She couldn't decide if she was truly pissed at Teresa. After all wasn't
having someone else in control what she had always wanted?  Noone else was
going to do it. But shouldn't SHE have chosen who?
 She could feel the other needle moving now, she breathed in and rolled back
her eyes as the slick needle went right through as if pushed by a steady
hand and a deep guttural moan from behind the gag. Her breaths were coming in
quick rapid bursts for a moment as her body adjusted to the pain ashe was
unable to escape.
 Teresa was back now, and Lisa noticed no longer wearing the black latex
jumper she had on previously, nor anything else for that matter, and inher
hand she carried a little tray which she laid next to her now.
 "Well look at that , I missed it. Well now I'm really bummed, I tell you
sweetheart, I wanted to see that exquisite look on your face. Oh well I'm
sure we'll make up for it. After all we have all the time in the world don't
we darlin?"
 She played with the needles a little bit twisting them this way and that
while Lisa was helpless to do anything about it Then she picked up something
off the tray and with one swift movement removed the needle and replaced it
with a little stainless shanked padlock. Lisa was grunting into the fgag,
here eyes wide while this was going on, as Lisa repeated the process with
the other nipple. She then produced a short length of nickel chain,
attached the ends to each padlock and snapped them shut. Lisa was grunting
into the gag, and fighting her bonds  but they held her perfectly.
 "There we go that's much better don't ya think? I hope you like em, you'll
be wearing them for a very long time sweetie. Now, I don't like to do this,
but I just can't let those get infected now can I darlin? I'm sorry I know
this is just plain gonna hurt sweetheart , but I don't enjoy doing this.
 She held up a bottle of iodine and unscrewed the top, taking out the little
built in dabber She swirled the dabber around each nipple, coating it
thoroughly, and moving the little padlocks in and out to make sure enough
got inside. . Lisa squirmed as much as her bonds would allow, which wasn't
very much. . Teresa wiped the blond hair out of her face .
 " There there little one, it's all over.  And just look at  the wonderful
new handle I have for you. "She leaned down and ran her tongue behind Lisa's
ear, and kissed her on the cheek, then wiped away the tears which streamed
down her cheek.
 " Alrighty now that's over and done with shall we get down to business? I
suppose you are wondering what I have in mind. Well quite simply I own your
ass. Remember this? " She said, producing Lisa's bank card. "Quite simply, I
'm going to rob you blind while I keep you locked up safely down in this
dungeon. While I pay you back for all the crap you put me through in the
last few months. You think I'll make a pretty blond honey? I don't think
anyone is going to know the difference, we are after all about the same
size, and with my hair died even if the bank look s at the security cameras
they won't know it's not you. I'm going to enjoy all that money honey, and
more importantly I'm gonna enjoy you. All of you, nothing forbidden."
 Teresa walked over to the racks on the wall and took out a few items, a bag
of little clamps, a crop, a cane, a flogger. She opened the bag of clamps
and clipped them to Lisa's pussy lips in a row, then put four clips on the
corner of each breast. Lisa was breathing heavily a bit . Teresa took the
crop in hand and ran it up and down Lisa's inner thigh, then brought it down
hard on her thigh. Lisa moaned into the gag. She then tapped lightly all up
and down her thighs, making her squirm . Just when Lisa was confident anothr
hard swat wasn't in the works she swung up sharply and brought the crop down
hard. She continued this until it no longer amused her to see her jump from
that. Then she picked up the flogger. And started to swing it down on her
thighs, stomach and breasts building up the force slowly from a gentle toss
to much fiercer strokes, while at the same time putting one finger int her
clit and rubbing gently. She kept this up about fifteen minutes, before
taking a breather. Lisa was panting heavily .
 Then she got down between Lisa's legs and slowly rubbed her tongue up her
slit, not quite in but just over the surface and gently around each of the
little clips. She slowly teased the area with her tongue , then took one of
the clips into her teeth, bit down on it and spat it out to the side. She
smiled as she saw the muscles in her thighs clenching and continued her
unhurried tongue bath., every so once in a while removing another of the
clips and  smiling as she saw the same reaction for each one. It didn't
escape her attention that Lisa was getting quite excited at this point. As
she continued her bath she reached up with one hand and took off each of
the clips on her tender breasts. Lisa was giving in to the sensations now,
her body betraying what her mind refused to accept. Teresa continued her
unhurried  torment and let Lisa build up slowly, then when she felt that
Lisa had had enough she stood up. Lisa was panting heavily into the gag and
squirming, seeking what wasn’t there. Theresa slapped her hard across the
pussy.
 "You little slut, you are so self centered. You horny darlin? yer gonna have
to earn it if you want it hon and you aint earned it yet. Hmmm I know how you
can earn it.
 She jumped up on the rack and straddled  Lisa's chest. She began to unlock
the gag and remove it. Once the locks were off she pressed the little valve
and it deflated and she was able to remove it. Immediately Teresa planted her
pussy over Lisa's mouth.
 "Now you little slut you are going to lick me and if you do it good, I'll
give you a good fucking. Otherwise none for you." She spread her lips and
brought her clit down to Lisa's lips. Lisa did nothing for a moment, then
Teresa grabbed onto the chain and tugged gently.
 "Lick slut." And Lisa did. She began to explore the first female flesh of
her life, a bit tenuously at first, then a little more. Teresa reached down
to Lisa's pussy and rubbed gently as Lisa did her slave's work. Lisa
responded and increased her effort, and although a little amateurish Teresa
began to enjoy herself . Lisa brought her close with her tongue, and her
face was well smeared with Teresa's  juice. Teresa coaxed her along,
telling her she was doing well,  then at the point of no return she ground
her face into Lisa's face as she came.
 "OH that was wonderful darlin, well a promise is a promise " She said as
she pulled her finger from Lisa's pussy. She jumped off and went to the
cabinet, and pulled out a big strap on dildo and  a bottle of lubricant.
After she had it strapped on she lubed it up and approached Lisa.
 "Now I TOLD YOU I was gonna fuck you, I just didn't say WHERE I was gonna
fuck you she said as she pushed the dildo home, right up Lisa's asshole. She
pulled out and in and started to fuck her little asshole, and none too
gently, while her finger massaged Lisa's clit.
 "Now sweety you got five minutes, I'm gonna fuck you and finger you and if
you can come in five minutes, great, if not oh well another time." She said
as she continued to fuck her. Lisa was sort of half screaming half moaning
as Teresa took advantage of her. She didn't need five minutes, she was
coming in three., screaming out as her tender clit gave in to the feelings
it had endured for the past couple of hours. Teresa slowly brought the dildo
out of her, still ever so gently rubbing her. She  brought her finger out
next  and walked strait up and popped them into Lisa's mouth.
 "Suck on them slut and if I hear one word out of you  the gag goes in with
the cork, permanently."
 Lisa did as instructed and remained silent while Teresa rummaged through
the cabinets, taking out a few things. She brought them over to the rack.
There was a heavy steel collar, with short little chains that ended in two
shackles, a pair of heavy leg shackles  and Lisa's chastity belt, and a
leash.
 She Un-strapped the collar from the rack, undid the locks on the collar and
removed it. The cold air on her neck felt nice. She then bend up her neck
and closed the heavy half inch steel collar around her neck, fastening it
with a huge circular Abus padlock, built for extra high security. She
unlocked first one wrist from the heavy leather cuffs that had kept her
captive all this time, and fastened it into one of the attached shackles. She
didn't even have time to stretch her arm to work out the kinks. She had
considered trying to fight her with her free hand, but she was still secured
and would easily have been overpowered, especially considering she had been
stretched out for the last several hours .Her arm was rather limp and heavy,
much like the rest of her body. Besides which she wasn't convinced at this
point she wasn't getting exactly what she wanted. and deserved.
 After the other wrist was safely in the second shackle Teresa undid the
pins that kept the leg portion from swinging and moved Lisa's legs together.
She fastened each ankle into one of the shackles with matching high security
locks, then clipped the braided leather leash onto the chain between Lisa's
breasts before un-strapping all of the rest of the straps that held her
secured to the table.
 She took the end of the leash in hand , picked up the long white cane  and
gave the leash a gentle tug. Instantly Lisa was reminded of her aching
nipples, and the message was clear, she was to get up and come along. She
tried to sit up, bt was having some difficulty without the use of her hands
and with her body in such an exhaustive state. Teresa simply grabbed the
wrist chains and pulled her up off the rack and to the floor in one swift
movement. Lisa’s legs were a little wobbly and it took her a moment  to gain
her footing. She was visibly shaking.
 "Are you cold?"
 "yes"
 Teresa stepped forward and slapped Lisa hard across the face.
 "I didn't tell you to speak you dumb slut. You can nod or shake your head
to communicate, I don't want to hear your voice unless I'm beating you and
your screaming or I give you explicit permission to speak, is that
understood slut?"
 Lisa nodded, a look of clear fear in her voice. With that Teresa gave a
gentle  tug on the leash and Lisa followed her to the attached jail cell. She
pushed her down onto the stainless steel toilet inside .
 " If you have to go slut now is the time. You'll not have another chance
until tomorrow if I decide to let you then."
 Lisa sat there for a moment. She had to go, but she was scared, and not
used to somebody watching her do it. Eventually her body did the thinking
for her, and a stream entered the water below her. She leaned her head
forward, tears in her eyes, and for the fist time got a really good view of
the red marks on her thighs belly and breasts, and of the two little
padlocks locked onto her nipples with their dangling silvery chain.
 Teresa waited until she was done then took the roll of  toilet paper out of
the circular hole  in the stainless steel toilet /sink combo and removed
some, wrapping it around her hand and patting Lisa dry.. Then she tugged on
the leash, forcing Lisa to stand up. She brought her over to the wall of the
cell, where a chain hung, and used the leash clip to attach the collar  to
the chain, so that Lisa was forced to stand just a bit on tippie toes, or
choke. She reached a single finger down into Lisa's pussy and rubbed it
slowly. Lisa was very sensitive at the moment, and she closed her eyes and
sighed softly. Next Teresa licked the soft underside of Lisa's breasts, and
teased the nipples just a little. They were very sensitive and Lisa moaned a
bit. She then stood up and put her mouth to Lisa's kissing her fully while
her tongue explored the inside of Lisa's mouth. Lisa's eyes were still
closed when she stood away. Teresa twirled Lisa around  so that she was
facing the wall then picked up the cane . She pulled the cane back sharply
and it whistled through the air before it hit Lisa Squarely on the butt. Lisa
's whole world went white with pain and she screamed loudly unable to escape
it. Teresa dropped the cane once again to the floor and nuzzled Lisa's neck
, whilst gently rubbing over Lisa's mound with the palm of her hand.
 "Did you like that sweetheart? That's just a little reminder who's in
charge now baby. Obey and the cane stays put away but misbehave once and I'll make that seem like a love tap darling, which is what it was."
 Teresa ran her finger along the deep white and red line from the came,
making Lisa shudder a little. Her breath was ragged as she tried to catch
it. Then Teresa picked up the chastity belt and fastened the waistband around
Lisa's waist. She pulled the front shield into place, put the heavy locking
knob into place and twirled it shut with the key.
 "Now don't go thinking you are going to get to have fun like tonight too
often honey, only when I decide you may and you have been pleasing. Think of
it as a gift. "
 She unclipped the leash, and without another word walked out of the cell,
and slid the heavy steel barred door closed with a slam, locking it. With
the key which she took with her. Lisa watched as she nonchalantly walked out
of the dungeon.
 Lisa stared after her, wondering what if anything she should do. IT became
clear to her though there was little she COULD do. She was well secured in a
locked cell, in heavy iron chains. There was a bunk, but at the moment it
was swung up into the wall, it's latch clipped shut. It wsn't locked but she
wondered if Teresa would get upset if she opened it. Somehow she didn't
think that her comfort was of the utmost importance to Teresa.
 Then Teresa appeared once again. She had with her a single blanket and a
pillow. After opening the cell with the key she unclipped the bunk and let
it slam down on it's heavy chains. She approached where Lisa stood, slapped
her playfully on the rear, right where the cane had struck her before,
causing Lisa to jump.
 "On the bunk slut."
 Lisa complied , sitting down. Teresa positioned the pillow at the head of
the bunk, and grabbed the nipple chain, tugging it to the bunk, Lisa quickly
got the picture  and lay down. Teresa then took a small padlock and locked
the nipple chain to a ring on the bunk . Lisa had some freedom of movement
but not much.
"You may speak if you wish slut.

Lisa could think of only one thing to say.
"Why?"
"Because it's who I am slut, what I am. Now I want you to say my name is slut
and I love you mistress."
It seemed a little odd, but Lisa complied.
"My name is slut, and I love you mistress"
"Good you'll make an excellent slave dear. Now it's time to sleep." As she
pulled the blanket over her and stood up to walk away.
"Teresa?"
Teresa spun around and glared at Lisa.
"Shut the fuck up bitch. You'll address me only as Mistress, and only when
you have permission. I hereby revoke permission to speak until I tell you
otherwise."
She leaned over , kissed Lisa on the cheek and walked out, locking the cell
door behind her , and then before leaving the dungeon turning off all the
lights. The only light was the soft glow of one or two candles, yet to burn
out in their steel holders, gently illuminating the dungeon. One by one they
too were extinguishing themselves giving the dungeon that waxy smell and
slowly  basking it in darkness.
Lisa sat there, sort of catatonic for the longest time watching the candles,
hypnotized by their glow. She reached down and looked at the little padlocks
that now kept her nipples both prisoner and tormented. They were sore but
not unbearable. She had little movement of her hands, and even less of her
body due to the nipple chain, but somehow she managed to get somewhat
comfortable. She wasn't sure exactly when it happened but at some point she
drifted off to sleep, oddly contented.

Teresa stretches after a restful nights sleep in the big old bed. It was
much nicer than the little twin thing she had in her apartment, a big four
poster with thick satin sheets. At first she was a little disoriented, but
as she grew more aware the previous evenings activities came back to her and
she smiled contented.
She was hungry. Since she had cooked so many meals she thought it only fair
the little slut should cook her breakfast. Still she wasn't quite sure she
could trust her out of the dungeon yet, so without further thought she got
out of bed and padded into the kitchen and prepared herself a wonderful mean
of bacon, eggs toast and coffee. She nonchalantly tossed the dishes in the
sink.
 She took a bowl out, and after a moment of looking found what she was
looking for, a box of corn flakes. She poured some in a bowl, added some
milk and grabbed a spoon . Then as an afterthought she put the spoon back ,
she wouldn't be needing it.
Lisa was still asleep, but her eyes began to flutter a bit at the sound of
the heavy lock on the cell being worked. As her eyes adjusted to the light
Teresa undid the little lock on the nipple chain releasing her from the
bunk. She pulled on the chain making her stand up , then forced it down
until Lisa was in a kneeling position.
 "Ow"
"SHUT UP SLUT!" exclaimed Teresa as she placed the bowl on the floor. "Don't
fucking move if you know what's good for you."
 She trotted out of the cell and returned a moment later with a pair of
handcuffs . She rasped one shut over Lisa's wrist before undoing the
shackle, then undid the other shackle and placed the other wrist in the
cuffs so her hands were behind her back. She admired the way her slaves perk
breasts were displayed when her hands were in back of her and toyed with the
chain a little. She then  pulled the chain so that  Lisa was bent over, her
face near the bowl.
"Eat up slut, you never know when you might get the chance to eat again. IN
FACT I think I'm going to put you on a diet and exercise routine, you're
getting fat bitch . Too  much lazing around in the sun I think. "
 "Lisa looked at Teresa but said nothing, unsure how to proceed, a question
in her eyes. "
"With your tongue you stupid slut. Unless you want to go hungry."
Lisa tried, but was having some difficulty. She sort of had to pick up the
flakes with her lips and suck them into her mouth. Teresa pushed her face
into the bowl and she choked a little , almost losing her balance and making
a mess in the process. She did the best she could to manage a bit of the
cereal. She was hungry, but she made more mess than she got food in her
stomach. After a few minutes Teresa bored of the game and pulled her up. She
grabbed some of the flakes in her hand and shoved them into Lisa's mouth,
then took the bowl, plugged Lisa's nose, and upturned the bowl into her
mouth, flakes and milk filling her mouth and streaming down her face and
chest.
"Just look at the fucking mess you made of it bitch. Now  look at that mess.
I'm going for a bath. When I get back I expect that you will have licked
every bit of that mess up do you hear me? If it's not it'll be the cane fer
you. Get busy."
She locked the cell and left. Lisa looked at the puddle of milk and corn
flakes on the floor. She could have tried to use her hands even behind her
back but she wouldn't put it past Teresa to be watching on the camera's .
Which was exactly where she was.
Teresa had rolled the tv for the camera's in the bedroom over to the
bathroom. She took out some hair bleaching from the cabinet and wet her hair
while she watched the display. She saw Lisa clumsily try and pick up the mess
off the smooth cement floor with her tongue and giggled. Lisa got the hand
of it after a while, picking up the flakes with her lips and licking the
milk dry with her tongue.
When it was finally time to rinse the  hair agent out she hopped in the
shower and added the neutralizing agent, then rinsed it out thoroughly. She
decided it was also time to wax her pussy hairs. She heated the was and
applied it, then when it was cured pulled it off in one fast  motion,
before using tweezers to remove one or two stray hairs. She had admired Lisa
's smooth pussy, and wanted to emulate that herself..
Finished, she  brushed out her hair and fetched the trimmers. She cut her
hair  just a touch . and a little trim here and there. When she was done
there wasn't a should who without closer inspection would be able to tell her
from Lisa. She smiled seeing that Lisa was about done cleaning the floor.
She made her way back downstairs to the dungeon. After opening the cell she
performed a mock inspection.
"I suppose it will do. Alright on your feet slut." She said pulling on the
nipple chain. Lisa was looking at her carefully.
"Oh you like it? I'd say an excellent job, I look just like you. ?Alrighty
lets get you cleaned up."
 She led Lisa to the bathroom by the chain and made her to stand in the tub.
She fastened the leash on the nipple chain and tied it off on the shower
curtain bar, then faced the nozzle at her, before turning the know and
turning on the water, full cold. Lisa cried out in shock but a look from
Teresa was all it took for her to remain quiet. Teresa lathered up her body
with a bar of soap, the n rinsed her off, the cold water chilling Lisa to
the bone. She lathered up Lisa's hair with shampoo and again rinsed her off.
Before she was done Teresa pulled the wand of the shower off the hook and
pointed it right at Lisa's chastity belt, the cold water forcing it's way in
through the metal and through her pussy. After a couple minutes of this
Teresa thought her clean and turned off the water. She unhooked the leash
from the rod and pulled Lisa out of the shower.
Once out she dried Lisa off , being careful not to irritate her nipples too
much , and patting the chastity belt dry before taking a hair dryer and
pointing it at the secondary shied, forcing out the bits of water that were
trapped behind. She then  brought Lisa out into the bedroom and sat her in a
folding chair. She left for just a second, returning with the scissors and a
tube of antibiotic ointment. She carefully squeezed out a bit of ointment
and coated the padlock shackles on her nipples with it, twisting them in and
out to get it in thoroughly. Lisa had little choice but to put up with
this. Then she carefully combed out Lisa's long blond hair. When it was
combed out she took the scissors in hand and right below the shoulder she
started to cut it off into a neat bob. Lisa looked as long strands of hair
it had taken years to grow dropped to the floor.
"I want your back free of hair sweetheart so it doesn't tangle in a
 flogger." She whispered in her ear then ran her tongue over Lisa's earlobe,
making her shiver. She still had nice long hair, but it would no longer be in
the way.
With her slave now properly groomed, Teresa set about the task of dressing her for the day. She decided on  a simple latex jumper, and a nice big red ball gag. It took a bit of doing and undoing cuffs to keep her secured and get her dressed but eventually she accomplished it. It wasn’t all that tough but it was a little early in the game to be trusting little Lisa too far. What she needed though was a way to keep little slut occupied while she did some banking. 
What she came up with was a little exercise, after all she had said she needed to lose a pound or two. She went to the dungeon and picked up a couple padlocks and two lengths of chain, one long one and a short one. Then she led Lisa to one of the spare bedrooms that she knew contained an as yet unused treadmill. She took the longer piece of chain, looped it through the bed frame and padlocked it securely . The second length she looped around the front of the treadmill and then up to the nipple chain, padlocking it there. As soon as Lisa saw what she had in mind she began to squeal behind the big ball gag.
“Aww what’s the matter baby? Afraid of a little exercise?”
Lisa squealed behind the gag and pleaded with her eyes to Teresa, but it might have well fallen on deaf ears. Teresa turned up the dial forcing Lisa to run or have her nipples ripped right off. Teresa was starting to have some fun with this game so she went downstairs and fetched a crop. Every so once in a while she would swat Lisa hard on the butt and watch as she squealed and nearly lost her balance. Then she went to the front and had a little fun with the control, slowing and speeding it up and seeing how long it would take Lisa to adjust to the changes. It amused her immensely to see Lisa slam herself into the front of the machine, or struggle to keep up. She finally settled on a nice easy pace and flashed a wicked grin.
“Now sweetie, I have to go to the bank sweetheart, don’t go anywhere!  And I wouldn’t stop for a break if I were you!”
Lisa watched in vain as Teresa closed the door to the bedroom  and she heard the car start up in the garage and drive away. She tried to keep the pace  and not think about it too much, if she stopped to think she was toast . Her nipples ached from the fresh piercing and the weight of the chain Which was bouncing as she ran. The latex jumper was hot and it was difficult to run and keep her balance with her hands cuffed behind her back.
She continued to run trying to keep the pace that Teresa had set. After ten minutes or so it was becoming more difficult, she had to admit she wasn’t in the best shape. Her breath came through her nose in ragged heaves and her legs after a while started to feel like jelly. Twice she took little stumbles  and received very painful tugs on her nipples. On and on went the treadmill and so did Lisa. She was running out of steam and she knew it when she heard the garage door opening again. She was filled with hope that Teresa would soon release her from this contraption.
Teresa took her time, she could hear the treadmill still running so she knew that Lisa was alright, but just to be sure she checked on the video cameras. She watched as her friend jogged along, well more of a wobble now, desperately trying to keep up. Her body was drenched in sweat and she knew she would not last much longer. Teresa made her way to the bedroom and turned off the treadmill. Lisa  almost collapsed on the spot and she continued to breath hard through her nose and gag. Teresa took her chin in her hand and turned her to look up at her, but Lisa jerked it away and refused to look at her. Teresa grabbed her chin much more forcefully this time and forced her to do what she didn’t want to.
“Now you listen here little slut, don’t go fucking getting defiant on me or I guarantee I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING FUCKING HELL. You will do what I say when I say. If I say run you’ll fucking run got it? I’m in control now and the sooner you accept that the better off it’s going to be for you.”
Lisa had tears streaming down her eyes as she knelt kneeling on the treadmill . She started to scream through the gag at Teresa and though the words were unintelligible their meaning was clear. Teresa unlocked the chains holding Teresa in place and grabbed Lisa roughly by the arm, pulling her down the stairs and into the dungeon. Once there  she stood Lisa in front of a padded sawhorse and fastened the cuffs there to her ankles before bending her over it  and hooking the handcuffs to a rope hanging from a hoist in the ceiling. She hoisted her arms up high so she was forced to keep bent over the horse in place .She then removed her gag and picked up the cane .
“PLEASE NO Teresa I promise I won’t do it again.” 
Teresa swung the cane up  with a whistle and brought it down just as quickly onto Lisa’s thighs. Lisa let out a yelp before the breath was gone from her, and tears streamed down her cheeks while her mouth stood open  ina  voiceless scream.
“You’re right, you won’t do it again. Nor will you speak to me without permission again or call me by anything but Mistress. Ten Strokes sweetheart.”
Teresa rose the cane again, and let another stroke fly, followed quickly by nine more as fierce as she could in quick succession. Each landed somewhere on Lisa’s butt and upper thighs, and somewhere about halfway Lisa regained  her voice in a sputtering wail. Her body shook  and her butt dribbled a bit of blood from the two places the cane had broken her skin. Teresa got a pair of leg shackles and put them on Lisa’s ankle, releasing her from the  horse she took her to the cell and threw her on the bunk, attaching the long chain to the iron collar on Lisa’s neck. She slammed the cell door shut and went upstairs. Lisa cried as she saw her leave. She had not meant to be so disobedient.
Teresa took this opportunity to check out Lisa’s computer. She laughed as it booted up with the sound of a slave being beaten .This would be an interesting trip indeed. She checked out the cache, and the history files on her browser and it was an interesting trip indeed. There were stories, and lots of them, some of them saved to disk for later reading. Teresa soon found herself in a world of punished and tormented slaves under their masters and mistresses command. As she read them she gained lots of ideas herself, some of which she intended to try out on Lisa. Of course some of them were just plain absurd. 
One of the items on her desktop was a big M program. When she clicked on it the computer launched a chat program, but not just any chat program. This one had voice, and in certain rooms video as well. She clicked on the option “PLACES I”VE BEEN” and explored the rooms. What amazed her, as she traveled in and out of the rooms was just how well these people seemed to know Lisa. Many of them invited her to “ get on cam and give them another show” it seemed that Lisa was quite the little cyber slut. Teresa couldn’t help but feel a little guilty knowing she had just given Lisa a pretty severe little beating.
 She fetched a bowl from the kitchen and filled it with some warm water. She got a washcloth too and some soap, and a little hydrogen peroxide. She’d left Lisa Downstairs for about two hours , time to think things over. Now it was time to make amends.
When she entered the dungeon she found Lisa kneeling on the floor of the cell, her hands cuffed behind her. The chain was stretched to the limits and she was in front of the bars of the cell, her head bowed and looking at the floor. She spoke not a word as Teresa unlocked the cell and set the tray down on the little swing out table, just continued to look at the floor unmoving.
“Get up and lie face down on the bunk”
Lisa did as she was told and Teresa saw the deep marks on her butt and thighs, each one a double bruise, with two spots with crusted black blood. Teresa carefully dribbled some water over these spots to let them soften up a bit. She cleared the hair from Lisa’s face and made her look at her, her cheek pressed against the pillow.
“Speak”
“I’m sorry mistress. I was a disobedient slave and I apologize.”
” I apologize also slave for losing my temper with you, I should not have.”
“Thank you mistress for correcting me.”
Teresa carefully washed away the little bits of crusted blood  and sterilized the wounds with the peroxide. She rubbed some ointment into the  thin double lined bruises to help ease them a little. Then she made Lisa to sit up and she inspected her nipples. They were red and she was able to squeeze some little globs of puss from them. They were clearly infected.
“These are infected slave, they will have to come out. “
Lisa got a funny look on her face. 
“What is it?’
“May I speak mistress? “ 
“Yes.”
”I’m allergic to stainless in piercing mistress. I can only have gold. There are gold rings in my jewelry box but I don’t have any gold padlocks.”
Teresa nodded. She went and fetched the padlock keys and the gold rings.
In a few minutes she had replaced the padlocks with the rings, and she screwed the rings together with their little screw threading over the silvery chain with a bit of superglue on the threads
Teresa washed out the holes thoroughly, and used a little atibiotic ointment to drive away any remaining infection. She then replaced Lisa’s handcuffs with some Iron shackles with two foot chains and led her by leash up to the kitchen.
“I think I shall have some steak tonight slave. Call me when it’s ready” as she hooked the chain to Lisa’s collar to a cabinet and trotted off to putter around on the computer.45 minutes later Lisa called from the kitchen it was ready, and Teresa was greeted by the smell of steak as she entered the kitchen, along with potatoes and mixed vegetables and a roll and even a glass of red wine. Lisa herself was kneeling at the side of the table .
Teresa settled down to eat and smiled down at Lisa. She had barely eaten a few bites when she felt a pair of lips traveling up her leg and inner thigh. She backed away the chair and looked at the little blond .
“You sure are taking some liberties aren’t you slut.”
Lisa looked back at her with pleading eyes.
“Very well then slut, proceed.”
Teresa proceeded to finish eating her meal as Lisa kissed licked and caressed her legs, upper and inner thighs. She nuzzled up into Teresa’s pussy, showering soft kisses over the cotton panties under her skirt and nibbles at the lips underneath them . Teresa after a while was having much difficulty concentrating on her meal as Lisa continued to tease and torment, eventually parting the soft elastic cotton with her hand as her tongue traveled slowly up and down the soft inner fold of  Teresa’s pussy , lightly entering just a little bit. Teresa pushed her head away and Lisa looked up at her again with that same pleading look.
“Later slave. Eat and then call me when you are finished cleaning the dishes.”
While Lisa neatened up the kitchen Teresa had the opportunity to set things up a little for what she had planned. If  Lisa’s little friends wanted a show, then that’s exactly what she intended to give them. She logged onto the chat program and found a room about d/s that she knew that Lisa frequented. She arranged with the room moderator that there was going to be a display of sorts, and she set  up the computer in the dungeon so that the dungeon camera fed right into the chat room. She was almost ready, there was only one ingredient missing from this recipe. 
She went and got a latex mask from the toy cabinet, one with cutouts for the eyes. Lisa called that she was done with the dishes. Perfect timing. Lisa turned on the camera and went back to the computer and enabled it, both sound and video.
Teresa , with the mask on now, entered the kitchen wearing as a leather corset and high boots . Lisa  looked after her, not quite sure what was up this time, as Teresa unlocked the collar chain and led her into the dungeon, underneath a pair of hanging shackles,  attached to an iron bar and unshackled Lisa’s hands long enough to shackle them to the bar above her head. She had some limited range of movement, but she wasn’t going very far. It was then that Teresa turned the computer monitor on for Lisa to see what was on screen. She saw herself clearly shackled just as she was right now. It took her a moment or two for this to register in her mind exactly what this meant. Beneath the caption of her picture she could see lines of text scrolling.
“You may speak openly slave.”
“They can see me? “ 
“They can hear you too. They are expecting a show slave and you are the show.”
Lisa twisted in the chains around to see Teresa who was behind her, looking to see if she was serious. Teresa picked out a flogger from the rack of them , a nicely braided one with medium length strands and approached Lisa, turning her head back so she faced the camera. 
“I’m sure they don’t want to see the back of your head slave.”
She stood behind Lisa about three feet and swung the flogger over Lisa’s back, softly at first, more or less trying to get a feel for the implement. After a few strokes she stopped and unlocked the chastity belt , holding it up in front of Lisa.
“What is this slave?”
“ A chastity belt”
Lisa stood back swung the whip hard against Lisa’s butt  making her wince.
“Is that how you address me slave? We can stop now you know.”
“ No mistress . “
“Better. “ Teresa began to walk around Lisa, throwing the whip out in expert strokes towards Lisa on various spots, her chest, thighs, butt, back, breasts, and pussy. Lisa closed her eyes and fidgeted a little in her bonds as the strokes teased her body .Eventually Teresa bored of this and set the flogger aside for the moment. Instead she used her hand in nice hard strokes on Lisa’s butt and upper thighs, making them nice and red, while she gently ran her finger up and down the front of Lisa’s body, teasing the underside of her breasts and the outer lips of Lisa’s pussy.
“Do you like that Lisa? Do you like to be spanked? “ she said as she continued to spank and tease.
“Yes Mistress, very much.”
“I think you like it a whole lot don’t you slave”
“Yes Mistress. “
Teresa stopped for a moment, went to the toy cabinet and fetched the bag of clips and began to place them up the outer lips of Lisa’s pussy. She took a larger pair of clover clamps and clipped these to Lisa’s nipples just behind the golden rings.She continued the spanking, this time with a slightly harder implement , a leather ping pong shaped paddle. She slowly increased the force of her strokes while at the same time teasing the pussy with her finger, occasionally running her hand over the end of the clips.By this time Lisa was starting to grunt a little at the harder strokes, and her breathing was coming somewhat more quickly.
“How does that feel slut?”
”Nice Mistress.” She said panting. Teresa continued this for another ten minutes, towards the end smacking Lisa with the paddle as hard as her arm could muster. Lisa for at least five minutes now had been openly crying out from the hard strokes, something between a cry and a moan. Eventually , her arm tired from the repetitive motion she paused to switch implements, picking up a flogger with thick round rubber tails.
 
“Look at that , you have made my hand all wet slut, you enjoying yourself slave? Are you enjoying getting you ass spanked by your mistress? having your slut pussy stroked?”
“Yes mistress!” she cried out in a pant as Teresa took her first stroke with the heavy weighted flogger. Lisa began to stroke not only Lisa’s back but also her breasts and pussy in swift alternating strokes.
“Are you horny slut?”
” Yes Mistress “  
“How horny” She asked, swinging the whip between Lisa’s legs and hard onto her pussy.
“I want to come Mistress.”
”OH NO NOT YET YOU DON”T” Teresa yelled as she swung the whip hard over Lisa’s red striped breasts. She continued to whip Lisa further, causing her to involuntarily wriggle in the chains, not to get away from them but simply unable to control herself.
“Who do you belong to slave?”
“You mistress.” She panted between the strokes.
“”And why do you belong to me?”
”Because you are strong enough to keep me mistress”
“OH I LIKE THAT ANSWER SLAVE!!!”
“And what would you like right now? “
“I’d like to come Mistress” she said. 
Teresa paused long enough to unlock one of the shackles on Lisa’s wrists then continued with the whipping.
“Play with it slave . But don’t come unless I say  you can.”. 
Lisa reached down and instantly her fingers sought out her clit and started to play with it. .Teresa resumes her whipping concentrating mostly on Lisa’s back but occasionally aiming a swing up between Lisa’s legs. She was almost oblivious of them, but distinctly aware of them at the same time.
“What are you playing with slave?”
“My pussy mistress”
“Who’s pussy slave? “
”Yours mistress.” 
“Do you like playing with pussies slut? Are you a pussy slut?”
“Yes Mistress.”
”Do you like to LICK pussies slut?”
“Yes mistress….oh mistress I’m going to come may I  ?”
”No slut stop playing with a pussy that belongs to me .” she said  as she stroked hard up at her pussy. Teresa continued the heavy blows as she one by one removed the clips and let them fall to the floor.
“What else do you like to do SLUT? “ 
“My …. Asss…..” she gasped between the fierce blows.
“What about your ass slut?”
”Fucked… I … LIKE ……to …be fucked ………Mis…..tresss”
Teresa Stopped for a moment, took a par of handcuffs and cuffed Lisa’s locked hand before releasing it from the bar and cuffing it to her other hand behind her back. She clipped on the leash and forced Lisa to her knees , then adjusted the camera to the lower angle. She forced Lisa’s head between her spread legs.
“ Then Lick the pussy you like so much.”  She said as she continued the whipping on Lisa’s butt. Lisa licked it ferociously as Teresa continued the heavy flogging. She held Lisa there by the collar as Lisa licked  her pussy .This went on until Teresa had finished her first orgasm, at which point Teresa moved the horse in front of the camera and bent Lisa over it. 
“Stay slave!” She said as she went and got the big strap on. She greased it and slowly slid it into Lisa’s ass, before picking up the flogger and continued the flogging while fucking Lisa hard up the ass. As she looked over at the screen she could see the contortions on Lisa’s face as she was fucked and whipped at the same time. Eventually she bored of  this, though only after another fifteen minutes, by which time Lisa could take no more. She dismounted, picked up the chastity belt,  and began to place it around Lisa’s waist, and locking the shield in place. Lisa looked at her, longing in her eyes.
“Something the matter slave?”
“I was hoping to come mistress”
“What is this?” she said pointing to the belt .
“It’s a chastity belt mistress.”
”What’s it for slave? “
Lisa looked at the floor.
“To keep me from playing with myself mistress.”
“Until when slave?” 
“Until you decide mistress.”
”Exactly. Until I decide.” She said as she unlocked one cuff, and locked it to the chair in front of the computer. “Now talk to your friends for a little while, I’m going to shower up. Don’t disappoint me slave.”
Of course Teresa didn’t take a shower. She watched on the television as Lisa chatted with some of her acquaintances. She had the ability to cut off the conversation at any point, simply by picking up the phone. It wasn’t necessary. Lisa took their compliments about how beautiful she was, how lucky she was to her such a loving mistress. She even bragged about how well she controlled her, how good she was with the whip, how much she was happy to finally have the dominant that could have the strength to control her the way she need to control. She blushed when the men in the channel, and some women streamed the 1’s down the screen indicating they had enjoyed the show .Lisa rinsed herself off in the shower, dried quickly while watching Lisa on the TV. After a while she joined her, showing off Lisa’s gold rings to the camera. One lady indicated she would do anything to play with such a fine slave. Teresa instructed Lisa to be sure to get her email address, which she did.

Eventually Teresa bored of the chat and she put away the things that had been used, keeping a close eye on Lisa but still giving her some space. Lisa seemed very at home with this crowd, and happy to have some interaction not with Teresa. Once things were picked up Teresa picked a few things out of the chest in preparations for the evening. 
Teresa instructed Lisa to say her good-byes and log off , which she did, promising to come back and give another show sometime, assuming of course mistress permitted it.
“Free speech time is over slave.”
”Yes mistress. May I speak to you for just a moment mistress?
“What is it slut.”
     “Mistress can I go to my cell a moment before you tie me?”
“Yes slave.” Said Teresa, thinking the poor girl probably needed to use the toilet. She was wrong. Lisa bounced off  to the cell and returned a moment later, carrying a large flat tin box, very thin, but almost two feet wide and four feet long. Teresa had never seen it before, and upon thinking about it it could only have been in one place, under the mattress, concealed by it’s flat shape.
“What is this?”
“Mistress, I want to thank you for trusting me enough to let me use the computer. I want you to have this mistress.”
Teresa took the large object and looked at it, it seemed like such an odd gift. She noticed the little latch and opened it, and was struck by what she saw. Inside it was filled with keys. Cell keys. Handcuff keys. Padlock keys. Very possibly the keys to every item that had held Lisa securely in the previous two days. The thought dawned on Teresa that Lisa could easily have unlocked herself, made her way out and had Teresa arrested on any number of occasions while unattended, not the least of which was this very afternoon when she had been so cruel to her. Teresa looked at the keys and then at the slave that kneeled at her feet.
“You’re always supposed to keep an escape in case of emergency mistress. These were mine, in case things got too far out of hand. The money is your mistress, all of it if you wish. I’ll even go to the bank with you and transfer it to your own account if you want. By trusting me you showed me that you truly cared about me. If you’ll have me I want to be your slave mistress, to be kept by you and used by you at your whim, until you tire of me or wish to dispose of me. I want to be yours mistress, truly yours, the one person who was strong enough to take me, have me, keep me and care about me.”
I …I  don’t know what to say Lisa, I don’t think I deserve this.”
“Say you’ll accept.”
“I will. I accept. Now slave , go collar yourself and chain it to the bed. I am tired, and I wish your body for company.”
Lisa bounced off, chains in hand and could not be happier.
Teresa watched as her former prisoner, blew her a kiss on her way out of the dungeon. Teresa herself sat down, hardly believing herself the events of the last few moments. All the time she thought she held a prisoner, she held a willing slave, who for whatever reason cared for her. She wondered if she too cared for the slave who was now her charge. She supposed she was, or she would not have accepted. Teresa Picked up the few scattered toys, carefully putting them away and went up to the bed. Lisa was as she instructed, chained by the collar to the bed. She was otherwise naked, and kneeling on the floor.
“Get on the bed slave.”
“Yes mistress.”
Teresa herself climbed in, and drew Lisa towards her, spooning their bodies. She waited till Lisa nodded off, simply holding her, until she herself went to sleep.

Teresa awoke to Lisa’s soft kisses. Her mind tried to register this but she wasn’t quite awake yet. She pushed Lisa away .
“Don’t do that slave”
“Please mistress? I want to pleasure you .”
“You are speaking without permission now? Don’t get out of line slave or I’ll be forced to punish you.”
“I might like that mistress.”
Teresa reached over , grabbed the chain to Lisa’s collar and slapped her hard.
“Alright you insolent little slut. Today we go to the bank. As you promised to me. When we get back, I intend to punish you for your insolence. Now get my pants off the floor and release yourself with the key you find in the pocket. I’ll have my breakfast in bed when it’s ready, and I highly suggest you change your attitude slut.”
Lisa smiled, fetched the key and went to do as she was instructed. Teresa had the distinct impression she had just given the little slave girl exactly as she had desired. This was not a good thing she thought. She would have to work very hard to find a punishment suitable for a slave who thrived on pain. She nodded back off to sleep thinking about this, woken up a while later by a pretty slave girl bearing a tray of  breakfast.
Teresa ate without saying a word while Lisa kneeled at her feet. Twice she tried to kiss her feet, and twice Teresa gave her a look that could chill the sahara.
“Get some normal street clothes slave. As much as it would amuse me to see you in the bank in chains and lingerie I think it might make a ban manager nervous.”
“What about this mistress? “ asked Lisa indicating the chastity belt still locked on her.
“Speaking without permission again slave? I’ve got something very special planned for punishment for your insolence. I think the chastity belt will be quite fine under the street clothes .Now get ready. “
Lisa went off to get dressed. Teresa herself put on a housecoat and preceded to shower. She wasn’t feeling well and she thought she knew why. A quick check at the bathroom confirmed it, she was having her period, no wonder she was so crampy and grouchy. She put on a pad and some plain cotton underwear . Damn.
When Teresa next saw Lisa she was a different girl. No longer the slave girl she was wearing pretty red lipstick and a skirt and blouse, almost professional looking. Teresa was dressed in a  pair of jeans and t-shirt, her favorite casual wear. Teresa ordered Lisa to the car, and she herself drove, knowing the way to the bank quite well, the same branch she dealt with. 
Lisa asked nonchalantly on their arrival to see the bank manager. The  girl asked if they had an appointment, and Lisa said no. The receptionist said she would check if he could see her, and returned a few moments later, saying he would. She supposed he didn’t have too many 7 million dollar accounts.
“Well now, Lisa, I’ve been trying to reach you.” He said warmly. Lisa had ignored several calls from him asking to see her, she simply wasn’t interested.
“Yes well I’m a busy girl”
“Yes I suppose you are, I suppose you must be off a lot to see the world, difficult to chain down and all that. Well I’d like to thank you for coming in, nonetheless, and for dealing with us, tell me have you ever thought of investing ?”
Teresa grinned quietly, the irony of his words not escaping her.
“ No I haven’t, perhaps one day. “
“I’d be honored to explain the ins and outs to you. Shall I?”
“Perhaps another day sir, for now I have some urgent business.”
“Of course. How can I help you today.”
“I’d like to transfer all of my funds out of my account. Into hers.” Said Lisa indicating Teresa.
“I see. Hmm that’s quite a bit of money. May we speak privately for a moment?”
  “Of course.”
Teresa excused herself and waited out by the receptionist. She wasn’t all that worried, had Lisa wanted to bolt she could have done that herself.She believed in her.
“Lisa, is everything alright? “
“Yes of course Could not be better.”
 “That’s quite a bit of money, are you sure you want to do this?”
“Absolutely positive Sir.”
“Very well then, I just wanted to be sure.” He said, then pressing a button on the intercom.” Mary please send my other guest in please.”
Teresa reentered the office and sat down. The bank manager took her name and located her account. He filled out the appropriate forms and deposit slips and handed them to both Teresa and Lisa to sign, which they did. 
“Well if I can be of any other service, perhaps you Teresa would like to hear some investment options?”
“Perhaps another time” 
“Ah well then I’ll send some information along. Can I be of any other service?” 
“None I can think of “ said Teresa and they left for home. Home Teresa thought, she was home for the first time in her life.
Teresa went to the living room and relaxed, Lisa following her. She knelt before her mistress.
“Yes slave?”
 “May I please you mistress ? “ she said hopefully
“You  can start by getting those clothes off slave, you are not to wear clothes from this point on unless I give them to you or otherwise allow it.”
“Yes mistress.” Said Lisa removing all her clothes, until she stood in only the chastity belt. It ‘s constant pressure was turning her on, and a constant reminder she was slave and it was denied her.
“Now slave to the dungeon”
“Yes mistress.” She said and went off as instructed .Teresa felt like a failure, it was all too easy and her concentration wasn’t really in it. Still the slave had to be punished. She thought about it until she came up with an idea that would suit her mood at the present. She sauntered down to the dungeon still wearing her jeans and t-shirt. Lisa was there kneeling on the cold dungeon floor next to a big Catherine’s wheel. Lisa ignored her and fetched  some shackles, heavy steel ones with a belt. She began to fasten the belt around Lisa’s waist, above the chastity belt. She fastened the close fitting  shackles on each side to Lisa’s wrists. The separate ankle shackles went on Lisa’s ankles. Each was secured with a heavy padlock. Teresa led Lisa over to the dungeon ‘s cell and pushed Lisa inside. She picked up the mattress and pulled it out of the cell. The mattress that had once concealed the keys to her release, the keys that Teresa now possessed, was gone, just the cold metal bunk with it’s steel grid work remained. 
“Now slut, I warned you to obey me.I do care about you but I’ll not have you being disobedient towards me, you’ll learn that will earn you nothing in my books. Do you understand that slave?”
“Yes mistress.” Said Lisa looking at the floor, the picture of submission.
“If it’s punishment you want it’s punishment you’ll get, though not I imagine quite the way you were hoping for. I’ll have order in my house from you slave. You’ll stay here, alone, until I judge that the insolence is out of you. Until then you’ll receive nothing but what I think you need to survive and that’s all. “
With that Teresa left the cell, locked it and made sure it was secure. She dimmed the dungeon lights until just a very low glow illuminated it, then as an afterthought she carefully closed the blinds on the dungeon’s one window so they let in no light at all. Lisa would not have been able to see it from her cell anyway, but she did not want Lisa to know if it was day or night. She closed the heavy steel inner door of the dungeon and locked it and that was the last Lisa saw of her. 
“I’m Sorry mistress” she called after, but she knew it was useless. The dungeon walls would not carry the sound past them.
Lisa examined her situation. She was locked in chains, unable to even touch herself and inside a dark cell with no mattress. This wasn’t exactly what she had in mind when she taunted Teresa for punishment. She sat on the cold bunk, dejected. And sat. And sat.
She was cold. She waited several hours she judged. She was bored . Every once in a while she got up and shuffled around the cell, standing up at the bars, looking out at the instruments of her torture. If she had not been wearing the chastity belt she might have masturbated to pass the time but even that was denied her. It was dark and she was lonely, and she began to regret making her mistress angry.
She began to pass the time with her fantasies. She dreamed of Teresa torturing her in every imaginable way , but even that soon was of little interest. She began to get frustrated. She wondered how long she had been there. Her stomach growled. She was thirsty also. She decided to get a drink from the little sink/toilet combo made of cold steel in one corner of the cell. Everything is steel she thought, the roof, the floor, and her chains, even the bed. She tried the tap, but she was presented with a problem. The tap only worked when you turned it, a security feature to keep prisoners from flooding their cells in the real jails where these toilets were used. The problem was that when she turned the tap with her hand the chains made it impossible to get close enough to drink, without it first spilling down the drain. She tried and tried but it was impossible. Finally she gave up and stared out the bars of the cell again. She shook them, but they would not give. She was scared. She didn’t know how long it had been since she saw her mistress but she judged it was some 10 or 12 hours at least. Without water she was in trouble. 
“Mistress! Mistress please!” she shouted out, but only her own voice greeted her. She was lonely and scared. Finally, after seeing the uselessness of her actions she laid back down on the steel bunk and pouted. It’s cold metal surface was little comfort against the rest of her steel world.She tried to sleep, and eventually succeeded.
When she woke finally, after sleeping for some unknown period of time she knew two things, she was desperately thirsty and she needed to use the toilet. It was still dark, but then any light would not have reached the dungeon anyway. She didn’t know what time it was. But there was something new in the cell, on the floor. A big  bucket of water and a stainless steel dog bowl. She sauntered over to the items . the food in the dog bowl was cold, and seemed to consist of some kind of meat, vegetables and potatoes all mixed together. It looked like Teresa had put it through a blender. Lisa got down on her knees, unable to get at it any other way and sniffed at it. It was unappealing to say the least. She wasn’t THAT hungry at least not yet. The water though was a different story. It was cold, and fresh. She sucked and licked what she wanted from the bucket, leaving the rest. She stood up  and sat on the toilet. There was no way to remove the chastity belt, but it should have been fine, it was meant according to the manufacturer for doing ones duties while worn. She could not wipe of course. It would have to dry on it’s own. 
This all taken care of she discovered she once again had nothing to do. She wondered when the things had been placed here. At least Teresa hadn’t forgotten about her she thought . She lay on the bunk wondering what she could do. She wished she knew what time it was. She realized that she didn’t know if it was day or night. She went to the cell door and tried to peer through the bars, but there was nothing to reveal the time. Frustrated she kicked the cell door, her shackled rattling against the bars. There was no other sound and no effect on either her chains or the barred cell door. She laid down on the bunk and pouted . She wondered if Mistress was watching, or listening .She knew the dungeon had the capability through the camera but it was dark and there would not have been much to see. Hearing was a different story. She decided to take a chance. She knelt before the bars.
“Mistress? Can you hear me mistress? I hope so. I just want you to know that I’m Very sorry for disobeying you. I promise I’ll try harder to be more obedient and listen to you more. Mistress, if it’s your will, I’d like very much to be out of this cell. I’m lonely and I  miss you mistress. Could you please let me out?”
Only the sound of her own voice echoing off the dungeon walls answered her. She supposed it was silly for her to think that mistress was listening, she could be sleeping, or lounging in the sun, or even out shopping for all she knew. She didn’t even know what time it was.
With that Dismal failure, Lisa laid down on the bunk for a while. She got up every so often, shuffling in her chains around the cell to pass the time. She repeated her pleas every so often to the dungeon walls. She sat and waited , hoping that soon mistress would let her out. She had no idea how many hours she had been there, it seemed like a week. There were no visits, no more magically appearing food. bowls. she had tried to eat some of the food, but had not liked it very much. She made a game out of figuring out what it was. There was hamburger, of this she was sure, but the vegetable was a mystery, it might have been turnip or carrots, she wasn’t much for veggies so she didn’t know.
The thought crossed her mind that she didn’t have any carrots , or turnips for that matter. Teresa must have gone shopping. Without her. That was a depressing thought. She wandered about the cell. After a long while she began to get tired again. She supposed it was the dim light was making her sleep so much. She lay down to have a sleep, fitful as it was, and eventually nodded off. She awoke to another day, as she began to think of them, another dog bowl with half edible mush.  Depressed she did the same as she did before, which was absolutely nothing. She cried several times. There seemed no end to it, but she knew she was near the end of her rope. She thought that perhaps Teresa did not love her at all, that she had made a big mistake. But it was too late now, she cursed herself for being so stupid. She plead with the walls, her chains, her cell. She hadn’t seen the sun in days, and she was lonely beyond belief. She decided to try something. Since the food came when she was asleep, perhaps , since it had been so long since she slept she could pretend to sleep and Mistress would come. She ‘d have to be careful not to actually fall asleep though, or she’d not get her chance. She went, got a drink and crawled up on the cold steel bunk once more. She didn’t need to close her eyes, mistress would not be able to check that anyway in the dark. She lay there quietly not moving as if she was asleep. An hour. Two hours she judged. She was actually quite tired but she dared not go to sleep or she would miss her chance to make amends with mistress. She waited quietly in the dark for her chance. And waited. She knew not how long, and yawned without making it seem so. She was just about to nod off for real, despite her efforts when she heard a very quiet click from the dungeon and saw a silent form carrying something, another bucket she judged and bowl. She closed her eyes not wanting the gig to be up just yet by her spotting Lisa’s open eyes, and just peeked a little. She waited until the cell door was opened and the form bent to place the items then jumped from the bunk onto the floor into a kneeling position. 
“Please mistress forgive me. I can’t take it anymore…please talk to me, please let me hear your voice just for a moment. I  miss you and I love you and I’m sorry I disobeyed you. Please forgive me!”
“I would slave, but I’m not your mistress. I’ll pass along your message though” said a voice, soft and soothing, but definitely not Teresa’s. Lisa looked up as a mousy looking brunette in a leather miniskirt and top  locked the cell door behind herself and turned to walk away.
“WAIT!” she yelled after her, and saw her pause for a moment .
“Who are you? Please talk to me. What time is it? Where is my mistress? Please stay I’m lonely.”
“The only thing I’m allowed to tell you is that you will be out when the insolence is out of you. I’m sorry.”  With that she turned and walked away, closing the dungeon door behind her and locking it. Lisa was once again alone. She kicked the cell door , hurting her foot in the process. She sat on the bunk and cried. She had no idea who the girl was, but the outfit suggested she was not there as a casual friend. She was really depressed now. She wanted Teresa very badly, and the thought that she was spending her time with someone else was maddening. Lisa cried herself to sleep.
Lisa woke up to the same dim situation. She felt dirty and disgusting. The food was still there, and had a little crust on it, the same mush she had eaten for even she didn’t know how long. She was very hungry though so she ate most of it anyway, as much as she could stomach, and drak the water.She used the bathroom but again was unable to wipe herself, and the belt was making her feel raw down there in addition to it’s torment. and denial. 
“Mistress, I don’t know if you can hear me, but I hope so. I miss you mistress. I know a slave can’t ask anything without permission, but I’m hoping you can forgive me, I’m sorry. I won’t bother you anymore mistress, but I want you to know I love you and I understand why you are doing this. I’m going to make an effort to obey you more fully mistress. I hope you will forgive me. I love you mistress. I miss you.”
As if in answer to her cries the dungeon door opened, and in walked the girl Lisa had seen before carrying several articles . She stepped up to the cell door. 
“Kneel on the floor with your hands resting on your knees and look at the floor no where else.” She instructed .Lisa did as she was told. The girl opened the cell and approached Lisa with a collar which she fastened on her neck, quite tightly Lisa noted. She then placed a blindfold over Lisa’s eyes and jerked the leash upwards. The message was clear and Lisa stood and followed behind as the leash led her this way and that, almost stumbling on the steps she was unable to see. She was led upwards, quite disoriented . Eventually they stopped, and te blindfold was removed. They were in the bathroom. The bathroom that had no windows. Lisa got a good look at the girl as the blindfold was taken off and her eyes got adjusted to the first light she had seen in so long. 
“Please where is mistress?”
The young brunette put a finger to her mouth in a shush gesture and led Lisa over to the tub, which was filled . She removed Lisa’s leg shackles, but left the wrist ones on as she put Lisa into the tub and had her sit down in the warm water. Lisa allowed her to bath her, including her sensitive breasts . The girl inspected the gold piercings, which even Lisa knew were healed quite nicely. She poured water over them . the marks from days before were gone now over her body, with not a trace remaining. The girl had her stand up, and she removed the chastity belt that had frustrated her for so long. Lisa reached with her hand under the water towards her sex instinctively, not having felt it for so long, but was frustrated by the shackles. The girl smiled as she carefully washed Lisa’s privates, her ass and butt. Finally the girl washed Lisa’s hair, making sure she used lots of shampoo and scrubbed it well. It was a wonderful feeling and somehow Lisa felt comfortable with this quiet girl  scrubbing her hair, though she hadn’t a clue who she was or how she came to be in this house.  The girl led her out of the bath, got a towel from the cupboard and carefully dried her .She made sure her privates were dry then started to replace the chastity belt. Lisa moaned quietly, she wanted so badly for her not to do that but she knew she was not allowed to speak, and the past several days had taught her that disobedience was not a pleasant thing. 
The girl smiled at her, still not saying anything. Lisa longed to hear her voice, any voice. Still it was a comforting gesture and Lisa appreciated it and smiled back, the only form of communication she was allowed.
The girl combed out Lisa’s hair and carefully dried it with a blow dryer. Lisa felt human for the first time in ages. The girl made up her lips with red polished lipstick and an expert eye. She rouged her cheeks . Lisa felt beautiful again, perhaps more than ever. The girl replaced the collar and leash, and the blindfold and led Lisa out again She knew by the stairs she was heading down to the dungeon, she wanted to cry out, say no, she was desperately scared she intended to lock Lisa into the cell once again, but she dared not speak out of turn, without permission, from someone, and such permission was not forthcoming. The girl stopped and Lisa could feel her unlocking her wrists, then attaching them into softer leather cuffs above her head. At least she thought she was no longer restrained and alone in the cell, though her world was quite dark still. She felt the cuffs lifting her upwards, until she was on tippie toe, her body stretched and ready for abuse by whomever wished to give it to her. She shifted in her bonds trying to get used to them. She was not gagged, but she dared not speak without permission.
“Did she speak?” came her mistress’s voice. Lisa shifted in her bonds at it’s power , it’s commanding authority.
“No.”
“At all? You would not be lying to me would you?”
“ She asked after you.”
“So you lied to me.”
“Yes mistress. I didn’t wish you to keep her in the cell longer, she needed to be out.”
“Your mistress will be informed of your lie. I expect honesty from you while you are here or I shall make your life a living hell Emma. I will punish you for lying to me later, for now kneel in the corner I’ve other things to attend to. “  
Lisa heard the clicking of her heels towards the wall. She knew what was on that wall, the rack of whips. She heard Teresa’s heels clicking towards her, around her, but never touching her, the one thing she desired most. 
“You may speak.”
“Mistress I’m sorry I disobeyed you mistress. I promise I won’t be insolent again, please forgive me.”
She felt a slight tapping on her butt and then her butt was on fire, a streak of white hot pain .She stopped breathing she thought for a moment, then as she she began to get her breath back she broke out in fits of crying. The blindfold was ripped from her eyes and her mistress stood in front of her as beautiful as she ever remembered her, and infinitely more powerful than she remembered her. 
“Emma was instructed to lock you in the cell if you spoke a single word without permission. She failed to do that and she’ll be punished for it. But I see at least some of the insolence has left your slut body. Perhaps I’ll give you another chance to redeem yourself  , maybe in another four days.”
Lisa began to cry in her bonds. She knew it was worthless for a slave to cry but she did it anyway.
“Speak”
“Mistress I didn’t know it wasn’t allowed. Please forgive me it had been so long since I spoke to anyone. Please forgive me.”
“But you knew you weren’t EVER to speak unless you had permission. You will sleep in the cell tonight when I’m done with you as punishment for that, even though I had looked forward to your sharing my bed. However this one time, I  am willing to forgive you, because you didn’t know it applied to speaking to other slaves. “
 “Mistress may I speak?”
“Yes slave, speak.”
“I love you mistress. “
“And I you, but don’t go thinking I’m going to go soft on you because of it. “
Teresa flicked the cane she had hit Lisa with earlier against her backside lightly. Lisa  squirmed in her chains, unable to escape the blow with it she felt was soon to come. Teresa smiled.
“This is for punishment.” She said putting it back on the rack. “Not for pleasure.” She looked through the many whips and picked out the braided tail flogger and stood behind Lisa. Lisa gasped as the first heavy blow struck her buttocks. 
“More slave?”
“May I speak mistress?”
“You may speak until I tell you may not any longer.”
 “ I would like that mistress.”
“It excites you slave to be whipped by your mistress doesn’t it slut.”
“Yes mistress.”
Teresa swung the heavy whip playfully over her back a few times, making Lisa moan a bit. She relaxed her body as much as the chains holding her would allow..
“Emma fetch a spreader bar dear.” 
Lisa saw the little brunette run off to the toy cabinet and fetch a long bar with leather cuffs on each end. She knelt before Lisa with it. Teresa turned the crank lowering Lisa to the floor while the little brunette fastened Lisa’s ankles securely to the bar. Teresa unlocked the chastity belt and tossed it aside, then went over to a nearby set of standing stocks.
“Come Emma . “ She said. The mousy little brunette did as she was told and Lisa had her in the heavy polished stocks in a couple moments.
“Tell me Emma does your mistress ever whip you?” 
“Not once mistress. She has other uses for slaves.”
“Interesting. And yet she sends you here, knowing full well I don’t spare the rod, in fact knowing that she herself has seen little Lisa whipped by me. What do you suppose she was thinking would happen slave?”She said, removing the matching chastity belt to Lisa’s from Emma.
“Am I to be whipped mistress?”
“Of course.”
The girl began to cry. She was fidgeting in the stocks.
“Hold your body still slave.”
“Yes mistress. May I speak mistress?”
“You have learned something already before your first stroke, I’m impressed. And here your mistress described you as a whiny brat who never listens or asks for anything. You may speak slave.”
“I’m scared mistress. Is there any way I can avoid this?”
“None.”
“Please mistress, I don’t want to be whipped.”
“You know what I think? I think you NEED the whip. I think the reason you are such a disobedient slave is that you desire the whip. It scares you, but you need it. Am I right?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Very well then, lets begin. Kiss it .” she said presenting the flogger to the girl’s mouth. The girl kissed it gently. Teresa pulled it away and walked behind her.
“Mistress?”
“Yes slave?”
“Can you take off my glasses mistress?”
Teresa took the small oval shaped glasses from the girl’s face and set them aside.. She went behind the girl and swung the whip down lightly on her back. She squirmed but not a sound left her body. Teresa started to swing the whip, growing steadily harsher until Emma’s back was nicely red all over, perhaps thirty strokes in all before she went back before her and had her kiss the whip one more time.
“Thank you mistress for punishing me.” Said the girl. Teresa started to laugh.
“That wasn’t the punishment girl. This is a flogger . Punishment is the cane. And you just earned ten more by speaking without permission.  “ she said walking toward the wall of implements. She picked out the thin bamboo cane she had swatted Lisa with earlier. She stood behind the trussed girl. , who began to cry harder when she saw the thin cane. She squirmed in the stocks but was helpless to escape them. 
“Mistress may I speak?” she said.
“Yes what is it” Said Teresa becoming exasperated with the girl’s constant attempts to wheedle her way out of this.
“Mercy please mistress?”
“I am being merciful slut. Your mistress is fed up with you and so am I. That’s why you are here. You have twenty for lying to me. Ten for speaking out of turn and now ten more for asking for mercy when you know none is coming. Shall we try for fifty?”
“No please mistress” she said between sobs.
“Fifty it is”
Teresa swung the cane hard, whistling it through the air and landing it on her butt cheeks, quickly followed by four more. The girl was sobbing intently. Lisa admired her control, she herself usually lost her ability to cry on the first swat and it was some time before she got it back, such was the way of the cane.
“How many was that? Two wasn’t it?”
“Five mistress.” choked the girl.
“Oh so you are keeping track. I’m so bad with numbers. Maybe you should keep track , but aloud so I know you aren’t cheating or lying to me if I need to know. “
Teresa swung out the cane several more times, often times not too hard but occasionally a good hard swat that left deep red double marks on the girl’s butt and thigh. She reached ten, then twenty, , thirty , and forty. By forty  the girl had lost control, literally. She wet herself. Teresa pretended not to notice, but lightly tapped on nine of the next ten swats. The girl Started to regain her composure, thinking she was through. Teresa let one last swish come from the cane, landing it firmly on the girl’s thighs. Emma had taken maybe fifteen good hard swats, each leaving long red welts, and thirty-five love taps. It was enough to leave her wailing in the stocks, and a little bit wet at her feet. Teresa let her up from the stocks and made the tearful girl look her in the face.
“If I EVER find out you lied to me again I’ll make that look like a walk in the park, understand that slave? “ she said harshly.
“Ye..es  Mistress.”
“Good. You’ve made a mess. Go up and wipe yourself, and fetch a towel to clean your mess here. Don’t even think of touching yourself or there will be hell to pay. Hurry right back.”
 Emma ran off to do as she was told and Teresa turned to Lisa, who shifted in her chains. She kissed her fully on the mouth.
“I love you slut but I’m going to hurt you.” She said returning the cane to it’s spot and once again picking up the  flogger. She stepped behind Lisa and swung the flogger hard, making her squirm . She swung it again, and again for a total of ten times. Lisa didn’t even notice the other girl return, clean her mess, and dispose of the towel before returning to a kneel on the floor out of the way. She was in her own little world, but she saw her there when Teresa stopped. Teresa picked up a candle in a little glass globe that burned on a rack on one of the dungeon walls.
“Emma, your mistress tells me you are quite the accomplished little pussy licker. “ She said as she sauntered back over. “Lisa I believe you have been wearing that chastity belt for almost a week now haven’t you?” she said as she poured a steam of the hot wax down Lisa’s breast, causing her to gasp.
“Yes Mistress.”
 “Feeling horny yet slave?” She said pouring another little steam down Lisa’s other breast. Lisa gasped as the hot river congealed on her breast and stomach. 
“Yes Mistress.” Lisa answered.
Teresa put a finger into Lisa’s cunt, feeling the wetness that was there. 
“I’d say more than a little slave, is that right?” she asked, pouring little drops of wax over her butt and back.
“Yes mistress.”
 “Did you like seeing the little liar punished?” 
Lisa was having a little trouble concentrating , just as Teresa asked tis she poured a large amount of wax onto Lisa’s front making her gasp.
“Yes mistress.” She finally choked out  Lisa walked over to the cabinet, and fetched a double edged dagger Lisa had never seen before. Lisa stared at it intently. Teresa Pointed it under her chin gently, making her look her in the eye, then scraped a bit of the wax off Lisa’s nipple with it. Lisa was fully aware of her mistress she walked around, flicking little bits of wax off with the sharp knife’s tip. 
“So tell me Lisa, are you scared of your mistress?”
“No mistress, I am not scared of you. “
“Good, trust is important slave. I suppose you trust that I won’t hurt you with this knife?” she said scraping some of the last bits of wax off her tummy.  “ Or will I?” she said, lightly running the blade’s sharp edge over her breast making a very small scratch, just barely enough to draw a tiny bit of blood . Lisa moaned and closed her eyes, scared to look at her own breast, as Teresa kissed the tiny spot, licked away the little bit of blood and slowly tickled her nipple with her tongue. Lisa moaned softly, her eyes still shut.
“Emma make yourself useful , would you be a dear and lick her little pussy for me?” she said nonchalantly as she strolled off again to the toy cabinet. She withdrew a bag that Lisa knew too well, it was the bag of clamps. Emma without hesitation had begun to lick Lisa’s spread open pussy, and with an expert tongue. As she did this Teresa began to place the clamps onto Lisa’s pussy lips, up and down each side. She continued to place them in rings around Lisa’s nipples, and in large arches under each breast.Lisa was in quite a bit of pain, from them, but all she could do was moan, both in pleasure from the slaves tongue stimulating her clit in soft strokes and from each clamp that was placed. Teresa placed a long arch of clamps on each of Lisa’s arms right to her under arm and down her sides, one by one . She was lost ina world of her own, and didn’t even see Teresa pick up the flogger once again.Teresa began with soft strokes on her back and buttocks, nd walked around hitting the breasts and stomach. Each time the whip would hit one of the clamps Lisa would jump from the sudden pain as it was twisted by the leather lash. Finally Teresa began to concentrate on her back, landing hard strokes  as Lisa herself got closer and closer to orgasm She flicked the clamps off in wide strokes with the whip, each sending a wave of pain down her sides and breasts as the blood returned to where the tiny clamps had been. She came with incredible force, her body betraying this fact with  convulsions in her chains. Teresa pushed Emma away and continued the stimulation to her clit with her finger while she removed each clamp on Lisa’s pussy lips , each one sending a wave of both pain and pleasure through Lisa’s sex. When it was over Lisa lay limp  in her chains. Teresa had Emma help to let her down and release her. She lay on the floor panting, her body unable to defeat the lead in her arms and legs.
“That was incredible mistress.”
“ I’m glad you enjoyed it slave.” Said Teresa picking up the chastity belt. Lisa Was unable to resist her mistress as she began to lift her and put the belt underneath her, and once again fasten it into place. She then picked up the other chastity belt and beckoned Emma with her finger. In a few moments, she too was  belted. Teresa returned the mattress to the cell bunk, then  helped Lisa up and led her inside. In a few moments her neck was securely collared in steel with a three or four foot chain to the cell wall. Teresa then opened the door to a small puppy cage in the dungeon. In a moment she had Emma safely locked inside. She went and fetched two warm blankets, giving one to each of the slaves. 
“You may speak, but do not be overly loud or I’ll gag the pair of you. Good night slaves.”
Teresa left, locking the dungeon door on the way out. She didn’t need to lock the cell, since Lisa was chained and Emma caged. Lisa sat quietly snuggled under the blanket in the afterglow of a fantastic evening. She didn’t even mind that she was locked in her cell, though she wished for the comforting hand of her mistress that would have made it complete. Then she heard soft crying from the little slave in the cage. She sat up in the bunk and twisted the other way so she could see her. She was curled up in a ball in her blanket in the cage, quietly weeping to herself.
“Are you okay?”
“I’ll be okay. My butt hurts.”
“It will feel better tomorrow.”
“Your mistress loves you you know that?”
“I hope you are right. When did you get here? “
“Two days ago.”
“I don’t understand, what are you doing here?” inquired Lisa .
“My mistress saw yours when you were on the computer chat the other day. She said she wished she had a slave like you. They have been chatting ever since.” She sniffed. “ Then your mistress offered to fly her worst slave here for training. For free. I’m her worst slave. I’m to be here two weeks, and after that my mistress is coming. If I’m not straitened out, the perfect slave, in two weeks she said she would send me home and never wants to see me again. She has no use for a slave who won’t do as she asks.”
“Couldn’t you just do as you are supposed to? “ 
“You don’t understand. Mistress isn’t as strong as your mistress is. I love her dearly, but she won’t raise her hand against me, and she’s scared she’ll hurt me. I’m not even sure she cares about me. She has three other slaves she plays with but with me she just can’t. I miss her, but I don’t, I want what you have, a strong mistress who can control and discipline me. Whether I go back or not I won’t have that., she’s just too soft for that. “
“Perhaps one day you will have what you seek, what you seem to need.”
“Maybe, but not from Mistress. She doesn’t have it in her I’m afraid. I just don’t get it though, she can play fine with other slaves, just not with me. With me it’s somehow different.”
“Go to sleep, You’ll feel better in the morning.”
“Do you know this is the first time I’ve been caged?”
Lisa laughed.
“How do you like it? “
“It’s comforting, knowing someone cares enough to lock me away. Like I belong here.”
“Sleep slave”
Teresa rolled over and nodded off to sleep in her cell. 
Teresa was up early the next morning, and the slaves with her. Each was allowed a quick shower, belted of course , and then there were chores to do Several days worth of dishes were in the sink, there was laundry, vacuuming, beds to be made up. A single bag was in one room that Lisa cleaned, naked, and a collar and chain were attached to the bed. On the dresser was  a picture she had never seen before, an older woman perhaps in her forties. Lisa thought she looked a lot like Emma, though older.
“Put that down.” came Emma’s voice, she had been vacuuming the hallway outside. Lisa did as she asked.
“Who is she?”
“That’s Mistress.”
“She’s pretty. How long have you been her slave? “
“A year. We met at a fetish night, she’s a professional Domme. I was just out on my own in my own little apartment, but I was losing it because Icouldn’t pay the rent. Before that I was in a group home, I’ve never had parents to speak of, social services pretty much raised me. Presents always came for my birthday, signed Mom, but I never knew who she was.She took me in. You should have seen her scene with the other slaves that night, I thought I’d never seen anyone so beautiful.”
 “How many times have you scened with her?”
 “Never.”
 “Huh? I don’t get it.”
 “She takes care of me sort of.  I told her I want to, but she said not in her house. Sometimes she lets me watch her scene with a client if I’ve been particularly  good. She’ll tie me to the cross and I can see, but she never touches me. Once she left a slave unattended, a woman, I snuck in and teased her so bad. Mistress was very angry.”
 “I bet. What did she do?”
 “She asked me what I thought she should do. What I was doing. I told her. She asked me why and I told her I thought the woman was pretty and I was jealous. She asked me if I liked to make love to women and I said yes. I don’t like men particularly, never have. So she asked me if I wanted to make love to this woman, while she was tied up and I said yes, very much. She told me to proceed and walked out. We never talked for two days after that. She wouldn’t see me, whenever I was around she left the room. I was so miserable.”
“Sounds awful. “
“It was. She was so angry, but she got over it. Then one day she called me down to the dungeon, there was this older woman there, tied up on the cross.She asked me if I thought the woman was pretty and I said yes. Then she told me that if I wanted to, I could make love to her while she worked on her, and I did. She helped me along the way, stopping me and instructing me on proper methods. I was happy to do it, I needed it. I also thought I might finally have found a way to please mistress  in a round about way. She still wouldn’t scene with me, but whenever a client wanted a woman to tease her during a scene she called on me. After a while I got pretty good at it I guess. “
“So why are you here?”
“ I started acting out. I was mad because she would never scene with me. I used to yell and scream at her, but always she ignored it. Once when she had a bunch of clients coming I trashed the dungeon, I use scissors to cut up all the whips. She was furious, sent the clients away and stayed in her room for two days. That was a week ago or so ago, I guess closer to two now. She hasn’t spoken to me since, then a few days ago she drove me to the airport and put me on a plane, and told me someone would pick me up on the other side. Your mistress picked me up and brought me here.”
“Just what are you two doing? “ came Teresa’s voice from the doorway. She didn’t look happy.
“Permission to speak mistress?” asked Teresa. 
“You better speak or I’ll tan yer hide slut.”
“Emma and I were just talking mistress, I asked after her mistress.”
 “You should worry more about your mistress slave. There will be a punishment for your dawdling. Now clean this house, both of you, there is still lots to do.” 
Lisa and Emma got back to work The two soon had the house looking spiffy, and it was almost time for lunch so they prepared a fine lunch of sandwiches and soup. Teresa graciously allowed them to share her table . Son it was cleaned up and Mistress invited both to join her in the living room. It ddn’t escape Lisa’s notice that she had set up the computer there. Teresa opened the panel that revealed the stocks on top of the couch and helped each girl into a set, side by side so they were kneeling on the couch with their butts in the air.
“It’s show time girls” Teresa said as she turned on the computer and logged onto the chat channel, being warmly greeted by several folks. Emma tried to turn to see the sceen, wanting to know if her mistress was in attendance, but was unable to see without her glasses which were still down in the dungeon. Each girl could hear a whole lot of both complimentary and degrading comments from the many men who were in the channel coming from the computers speakers. Teresa smiled into he camera , and chatted with them > many complimented her on her fine slaves.Lisa felt exposed to the world, which she supposed she was, or at least anyone who was in the channel.
Teresa told the channel that they had been bad slaves, found dawdling and talking when they were supposed to be working. She asked the channel what they thought she should do with them, and the usual barrage of comments came, everything from whip them, to ignore them to make them suck pussy. Lisa knew that Teresa was looing for more constructive idea’s. She went to the dungeon and fetched a few things. 
“Well now since they were talking the first thing  I should do  is keep that from happening again don’t you think?”  Teresa pulled the couch out and set the camera so that it was at the side of the couch. Each girl’s face could be seen, and the side of their butts. Emma was in front, and she was quite a bit smaller than Lisa so each girl could be seen clearly. Teresa took two items from the things she had brought. They were clamps, made from two pieces of wood with a thumbscrew at each end.
“Stick out your disobedient tongue slut.” Said Teresa to Emma, and she quickly fastened the clamp lightly over her tongue.She repeated this with Lisa.Then she went behind the girls and reached under, fastening each girl’s nipples in similar clamps. Then she went to each girl’s pussy, pulled the lips of their pussy into the same type of clamp on each side. They weren’t on terribly tight but they weren’t coming off.
“There now, all comfy girls? I hope so.” She began to walk around and slowly tighten each clamp a few turns causing each girl to squirm. They could hear the comments of “Whip the bitches!” and “tighten it hard!” from the speakers. They felt totally humiliated. After she had tightened the clamps to a fairly harsh bite each girl was in considerable amount of pain. She picked up a thick leather tawse and began to slap each girl’s butt with it, alternating . The girls were unable to scream, but the clamps on their tongues moved about in their moans, and they had tears streaming down their cheeks. Teresa increased the force and timing of her swats and their butts moved around trying hopelessly to avoid the next swat. This went on for perhaps twenty minutes, and each girl was crying openly for the camera and had slobber and drool running down their chins. Teresa approached the front.
“There now, we aren’t so talkative now are we girls? Jut look at your pathetic selves, drooling all over yourselves. I’d ask you to thank me but I don’t think you will be talking to well right now. Well now I think I’ll leave you two to entertain our guests, I feel like a shower.”
She left the room, after tightening the clamps one more time on their nipples and pussy lips.The two girls were squirming in pain, desperately trying to escape the agony they felt.. By the time Teresa reappeared, dressed in a corset and nothing else they had drool dripping off their chins Teresa began to undo the clamps, one by one, each girl screaming in pain as the blood returned to their tortured parts. She kissed each girl on the forehead before removing their tongue clamps last.
“Thank you mistress for punishing me.” Said each girl, Emma taking her cue from Lisa as she was released from the clamp. Teresa replaced the chastity belt on Lisa  but left emma unbelted. She had better plans for the cute little slave. Each girl was let up and allow to kneel on the floor.
Teresa thanked the channel for their attendance, and logged off.
“Now girl’s, I’ve something very special planned. To the dungeon if you would please.”
The girls did as they were told and made their way to the dungeon. Teresa had Lisa lay on the rack, and she soon had her secured. She pressed the control and slowly stretched Lisa until Lisa thought she would be torn to pieces. Never had she felt so restrained. Then Teresa turned her attention to Emma. 
“Emma have you enjoyed your stay here?”
“Very much mistress.”
“And tell me is scening with a dominant everything you had hoped it would be?”
“Yes mistress, and more.”
”The pain you have felt so far has been harsh, but not nearly as harsh as what I have planned for you. I’m going to give you this one chance to back out, if you wish I’ll lock you in the cell for now and that will be that.If you want to go ahead  I guarantee you agony. I have the idea however, that is something you seek and need slave. Do you want to bow out?”
“Will it be awful mistress?”
“Very much so. “
“You’re certain ?”
“Positive mistress.”
“You really need this?”
“I do mistress.”
Teresa took some havy leather cuffs and attached one to each of Emma’s ankles and wrists. She then gagged her with a large red ball gag and led her over to a horse, on with a very narrow ridge of wood at the top. She had her straddle  it and attached the cuffs to a chain overhead , one that was about a foot and a half in front of her. 
“You ready Emma?” Emma nodded her consent. Teresa then stepped behind Emma and pulled her ankles behind her and secured them to the corners of the horse  behind her. The effect was that Emma’s body was leaned forward, and she had no more weight on her feet. Her entire body weight was shifted to her sex, which was straddling the thin board of the horse. She squealed in the gag but Teresa paid her no mind, instead leaving her to her own devices. Emma squirmed in the chains, unable to escape the torment that promised to split her in two, starting with her pussy. Teresa attended to Lisa.
“Now then I have one slave all nice and comfy lets see what I can do about you. I have something very special for you as well. “
Teresa released some slack in Lisa’s chains , just enough so she could have Lisa raise her butt as she removed the chastity belt. . She then retightened it. /she took out a tray and set it next to her, it had been covered in sterile white paper before. She  set it next to the chained girl and examined Lisa’s nipples.
“Those have healed nicely slave.”
“Yes mistress.”
“I’ve a surprise for you. “
She took a cloth and carefully washed Lisa’s pussy with it, then she took some iodine and coated Lisa’s pussy lips with it. The cool feeling felt nice after their previous torture. Lisa could hear the squeals and movement of chains from Emma as she tried to escape her torment, unsuccessfully. Teresa picked up a little package and put on some gloves, then tore open the package. Lisa could not see what she was doing, but she could feel it as Teresa mucked around down there. It was already pretty sensitive from earlier. Teresa carefully measured and marked with a  special marker twelve spots. Then she tore open one of the twelve little packages and it’s contents Lisa could not see, but could feel as something poked at her pussy lips. Lisa moaned as it bit into her pussy lips, and through her sensitive already tortured sex. She was helpless to resist as Teresa opened more packages and yet more needles penetrated the lips of her sex. Finally Done, Lisa took a tiny spray can and sprayed it over her sex. The cool spray seemed to sooth the area and soon all she could feel was a dull pain from  the needles. 
Teresa relaxed a few minutes and sat back to watch Emma squirm on the horse. She swatted her bottom a few times, causing the poor girl to grunt into her gag, she was obviously in agony.
“I’m glad you are enjoying yourself Emma, you’ll be there a while slut. Your mistress has sent me something very special for little slut Lisa., perhaps for you too one day if you’re a good slave. But I’m neglecting my work.
“Well would you look at that, if I didn’t see it I would not believe it. “she said picking up the can  and looking at it. “Mistress Caroline you see Lisa told me that this spray heals piercings almost instantly and she was right, no blood . She removed each needle in turn, replacing it with a gold stud from a sterile package. Lisa had twelve golden stud piercings, six on each side. She then slid a little golden round part over each stud.There was an audible “Snap” as each one slid into place, , leaving a golden circle with a rod protruding from each one outwards perhaps a half inch. She  reached up and grabbed the control to the rack and began to lessen the strain on Lisa then released her wrists, leaving her ankles secured.
“I wanted you to see this Lisa so you know how it’s secured, you’ll have to do this yourself for me and it’s a little complicated. Move forward so I can get at your pussy easily.”
Teresa allowed Lisa to examine the piercings. On her two outer pussy lips she could see six round plates flush with her skin, each with a short rod sticking out from it. Lisa opened her lips to reveal matching round circles of gold, these without studs, on the inside of her pussy lips.
“How does that feel? Do they put any pressure at all? Do they pinch?”
“ No mistress, they feel quite natural.” Which Lisa had to admit to herself they did. 
“Good, because there is no way to remove them ever. They are a permanent part of you once snapped in place, except with some very specialized tools and an understanding doctor that is. Okay now watch, you’ll have to do this yourself when I ask,”
She tore open the final package, this one a larger one. It contained an oval shaped metal piece and this she placed over Lisa’s sex. She clicked each of the twelve studs into matching holes on the underside of the little oval cup The cup completely covered her sex, and in fact made her look entirely sexless. There was a small metal button next to two little holes at the top, and Teresa pressed the button releasing all the studs again. She had Lisa do it, and after a minute or two Lisa had it on .She then allowed Lisa to press the button once again, showing her how the studs released, then having her secure the studs again, this time it was a little easier. Teresa took a key from the package and put it in a round pop machine like lock hole in the front of the shield. She turned it. 
“Try the button now”
Lisa tried, but the button would not release the studs.”
“Excellent.. Now try to play with yourself, try to get a finger under.”
Lisa tried and tried, but was unable to get even her pinky under the metal shield, it was like it was part of her, as she pulled it her lips pulled with it painfully. It cupped her sex perfectly leaving no penetrable seam that she could take advantage of. Teresa laughed.
“Quite excellent. You should thank Emma’s mistress for this wonderful gift when you see her Lisa. Now lay down I wish to show you something.”
Lisa did as instructed and Teresa once again tightened her down on the rack. Once she was suitably stretched Teresa pulled a little remote from her pocket. She pushed a button and Lisa felt a gentle tingle from her sex. It stimulated her slightly, almost imperceptibly, but it was definitely there. Lisa enjoyed the feeling, and Teresa pressed the button several more times. The power of the tingle increased each time she did, and soon Lisa was moaning with pleasure. Teresa let her enjoy this feeling while she checked on Emma.
Emma was in agony on the horse. Her pussy ached and burned, and tears streamed down her face. Teresa fondles her available butt and breasts gently as she examined her to be sure no permanent damage was being done.
“Had enough Emma?” Emma nodded enthusiastically.
“Just a few more minutes then. I’m in control of you slave and no amount of pleading is going to earn your release till I’m ready for you love.”
Teresa returned to Lisa who by this time was in a state of ecstasy.
“Want to come slave? “
“Yes Mistress.” She moaned .
“Are you ready to slave?”
“Ye..es Mi…istress “She panted in a ragged drawl. 
“Naughty girl, you don’t have my permission to come. “ Teresa pressed a button and suddenly Lisa writhed in her chains and screamed in pain, her whole sex on fire as coarse electric shocks jolted it relentlessly. Teresa released the button. 
“As you can see Lisa, my new little toy can produce immense pain in addition to pleasure.  I can produce either or nothing at all, at my whim, from a mile away slave. I control your sex completely at the touch of a button. That by the way was level one of five. I don’t imagine you want to know what five feels like.”
Finished for the moment she turned her attention to Emma. She released her ankles and  allowed the girl to ease onto her feet. She squealed in pain as the blood returned to her tortured sex. Teresa rubbed her sex with her fingers soothingly , allowing her to regain some of her composure before placing the chastity belt to her body. And releasing her wrists. She sobbed behind the gag, until Teresa released it as well, at which time she sobbed openly.
“Thank you mistress” she managed to pant out between sobs.
“There child. You may release Lisa then clean the both of you up. Then you two may have some computer time, to talk to your friends. I’ll expect my supper at six.”
She sauntered out of the Dungeon.