“Emma I want you to write down everything you know about dominance and submission, your feelings on it, what you like, what you don’t like, what scares you, what excites you. I also want you to write down everything about yourself. What your life has been like. What you are good at, what you don’t do well, what makes you happy and sad. I don’t want you to stop until the pad is filled. Is that understood?”
 “Mistress?”
“I should have done this with you the first day you were here. I am now correcting that mistake. There will be a severe caning if you do not do as I say. Now do it..”
Teresa then took a pile of papers from her desk and put it before Lisa. It contained her school records for all of her high school which had arrived in the mail this morning, as well as an application to the same college that Teresa herself was to attend. Lisa looked at her questioningly.
“You Lisa will fill out all the forms necessary to start school. I have arranged for your acceptance from the dean of students. Then I want you to pick out your courses. I suggest some computer courses, you are good at it, and I’ll be taking a few of those myself, but you may choose whatever you like or interests you. “
“May I speak mistress?”
“Yes slave.”
“I hadn’t thought of going to school mistress. What for? I should never have to earn a living.”
“You’re broke, remember slave? You gave it all to me. Damn right you’ll need to know enough to get a job, and lead life. And I don’t want a slave that sits around the house all day. You are going to school and you are going to study damn hard. Anything but strait A’s and not only will there be a caning, but you’ll be in that cell every waking moment studying, with me over your shoulder with a crop to make sure you do it.”
“I might like that mistress”
“ Don’t be saucy slut. Remember there’s two buttons on that remote.”
“Yes mistress”
“That’s better. Now get to it you two, and not a word between you, just your job or there will be hell to pay.”
 Teresa left them to it, and went to chat on the computer, which she still had set up in the living room. Caroline and she had a wonderful talk, in which Teresa related the progress with her slave and what she might expect on her arrival. After a couple hours Caroline had to go, she had a flight to catch..
 Teresa had purchased Caroline open ended tickets. She hoped she would choose to stay for a day or two. She knew she could not stay away long, she had her own house to take care of, but still it would be nice to  have the company of the older dominant, perhaps she would even learn a thing or two from her and her experience. She puzzled though why she found it so difficult to be dominant with this slave, who seemingly craved the lash and the attention of her mistress. Any mistress, Teresa noted. What was it about the slave that she could not bring herself to  do what she could do with any other? Teresa knew there was something important she was missing. She wondered if she would ever know what that something was.
 Teresa checked on the girls. Lisa was about done, while Emma still had some writing to do. The slave was discovering it was not easy to bear your soul, but bear it she must. Teresa knew it a good exercise for the slave to come to her own identity, both inside and outside of her submission. She had Lisa join her, and left Emma to her writings . She took Lisa to the kitchen while she examined the applications , ensuring they were complete. She then called a courier, to have them delivered to the admissions office . Lisa knelt on the floor while her mistress ensured the applications completeness. She was fidgety and Teresa thought a little impatient.
 “Something the matter slave?”
 “Yes mistress.”
 “Speak openly slave. Something with the application?”
 “No mistress. “
 “Then what?” said Teresa , getting impatient. Lisa shifted uneasily.
 “Mistress, you have teased me relentlessly for two weeks, and since morning I have been teased constantly by you. I crave release mistress.”
 “This morning you were insolent. Do you think that all punishments are those of the whip slave?”
 “No mistress I suppose not.”
 “Is that all slave?”
 “Am I to be granted release mistress?”
 “When I say slave, not before .”
 Lisa looked at the floor. Her excitement , caused by the constant tingle in her sex, was taking it’s toll on her., and she was having difficulty remaining focused .
 “You pleasured Emma this morning mistress, I watched you. Would you pleasure me the same way? Please Mistress?”
 “Emma waited a year for such a release. Perhaps you are begging to wait the same amount of time slave?”
 “No please mistress, I would go mad.”
 “Then have patience slave. Time is something a slave has in abundance, though none of it belongs to her. Like a good sauce you will improve after having simmered some, but rest assured I will eat you up when I feel you are done. Now you may go to the dungeon, and when I get there I expect all of the leather to be oiled and polished.”
 Teresa smiled to herself, knowing that the very items Lisa cleaned in the dungeon were the items she desired most, yet was not allowed to experience. She would be well ready and doubly responsive when next she felt them. It was an excellent exercise for her.
She checked on Emma who was almost done. She advised her to help Lisa while she looked over what she had written. It was exactly as she expected, full of scribbled out half sentences. It could not have been easy for her to bear her soul but it was the process of doing so that Teresa was more interested in, rather than the product itself. She would spend more time reading it over later, when she had more time to herself. She checked the camera, and Lisa and Emma had set ton their task. Both would get absentminded looks about them on occasion. 
"A penny for your thoughts slaves." she said to herself quietly. She had decided tonight would not be an evening of play. There had been enough of that, and she wanted the girls ready and willing for Caroline's arrival tomorrow afternoon. Instead she decided an evening of free time was in order, he desired some time to herself, and she thought that the time to reflect would be god for her slaves. It was nearing supper time and she summoned Lisa and Emma to prepare a meal. Emma had done most of the recent cooking, she was simply better at it than Lisa was. Teresa had been sure to have Lisa pay attention to Emma , she wanted her to learn all that she could from the little slave before her time here was up. Teresa had turned off the cup's stimulation before they started. the thought of an over stimulated and frustrated slave in close proximity to kitchen knives was perhaps a dangerous one, and besides she needed to have her full attention on Emma's instructions. In the kitchen, she mused, Emma was mistress.
After supper Teresa watched some television , with both slaves kneeling at her feet. Lisa, she thought, looked disappointed, but the three enjoyed a quiet evening anyway. When it was time for bed, Teresa instructed the two to retire to the dungeon, Lisa to the cell, and Emma to her little cage. The two said not a word as she locked them each n for the night. Each she believed had hoped to share her bed with her, but each was denied. It was only fair, since there was no easy way to choose after such an ordinary day.
Teresa was up early, and decided not to wake the slaves. She had to pick up Caroline at the airport, and they should have been rested. Instead she opened their respective cages and left a note for them to be ready upon her return. 
IT was a rainy day, so the planned tour of the city was out, though maybe this afternoon it would clear up. Instead she thought Caroline and her could stop off and have a coffee, the slaves could wait, they were, after all, slaves, and should get used to waiting. She was beginning to feel a bit at the girls beck and call instead of the other way around. This she meant to fix.
She pulled out Lisa’s car instead of her own. Her car she reminded herself. She would have Lisa sign over the ownerships when she thought of it. The house as well. She hadn’t been quite right when she said Lisa was broke. She still owned the house, and the car, and both were paid for. She would have to rectify that. She wanted to be sure her slave owned nothing. 
The car purred to life. The little Lexus had all the bells and whistles and was a joy to drive. She pulled it out of the driveway and up the road, revving the powerful high performance engine. 
The drive out to the airport was uneventful. She quickly found a spot to park and went inside, looking for the gate. It was only then that she realized, she had never actually seen Caroline before, only chatted over the computer. STUPID! She thought to herself. She would have to wing it. Surely if everyone left, the person left would be her. Worst came to worst, she could always have her paged.
Teresa found the incoming gate. She waited patiently the twenty or so minutes for the flight to arrive. As the passengers got off she tried to figure out which was Mistress Caroline. Most were male business travellers. The few women who did get off were almost always picked up immediately by their families. Then One woman got off, carrying a bag. She looked around, as if looking for something. When no one approached her, and she saw no sign of what she was looking for she found a bench to sit down. Teresa spotted her, and nervously approached.
“Excuse me, are you Caroline.”
“Yes …Oh! I hardly recognized you. You have some more clothing than the last time I saw you.”
With a giggle Teresa realized that Caroline had only ever seen her in the chat room, and always without clothes. 
“I’m mistress Teresa. Welcome to our fair city. Did you have a good trip?”
 “More restful than my average day. I had a whole planeload of pretty waitresses treating me like their mistress, instead of slaves doing so, and I didn’t even need to have them flogged.” She grinned. Teresa of course, had sent first class tickets. Emma had travelled economy.
The two retrieved her bag from the check in and loaded it into the car. They were soon off.The city passed by the windows as they chatted like old friends. Finally Teresa pulled up in front of a little bistro in the market.
“Is this where you live? It’s not what I expected.”
“Good lord no. The house is on the edge of the city. I thought we would have a coffee before returning to the house.”
“An excellent idea.”
They walked into the bistro and Teresa picked the window table.
“ Something special about this place?”
“Sort of. I once met the mistress who would be slave here.”
“Huh?”
“Long story. It’s just special to me is all.”
“So I’m betting you have had your hands full the last couple weeks.”
“What do you mean?”
 “Emma.”
“I quite liked her visit. She has had a wonderful effect on Lisa. She has come a long way I think since you saw her last.”
“Are you sure we are talking about the same girl that trashed my dungeon?”
“I haven’t found her quite like you described her. A little rough around the edges but still a fine slave.”
Teresa noticed Caroline shift a little uneasily. 
“I was hoping the two girls would join you at the airport.”
“I wanted to let them sleep in. “
“I see. They won’t be disappointed?”
 “Perhaps. They should get used to it. Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“You’ve never whipped Emma. Never even used her sexually. Why? It seems to me odd behaviour for a dominant, and a prodomme at that.”
“Anything but that question. I promise you it will be clearer to you before this weekend is out, but now is not the time.And clearer to Emma as well.”
“You don’t think of her as a slave do you?”
“No. But what makes you think that.”
“You have never called her slave to me, either in chat or just now.”
“There is a good reason believe me.”
“You don’t intend to allow her back to serve you do you. I can read it in your eyes you know.”
“You are going to make a fine Domme Teresa if you see that. It’s exactly right.”
“I don’t understand why. She’s a fine slave you know, she has proven that the last two weeks. She will be heartbroken do you realize that?. “
“I do.”
“I don’t wish to see her hurt. She deserves better than that. I won’t allow you to hurt her. “
“I must.”
“Then tell me what this is all about. Why take a slave, and never use her, why send her to be used by another dominant, then take her back only to send her away again to be alone. It makes no sense. And I’m afraid Caroline that I can’t allow you to torment her. “
“Please do not be angry with me, and trust that I have my reasons. I want to hurt her no more than you but I have absolutely no choice.”
“We’ll talk about this no longer. I like you Caroline, but I don’t understand you.”
 “Good. Trust my judgement.”
 “I’m beginning to understand why Emma was so disobedient. You’re impossible.”
“Perhaps.”
Finishing their coffee’s, Teresa paid and they left. She drove to the house and opened the gates with the remote, pulling the car into the drive in front of the steps. It had stopped raining anyhow. Lisa was at the door, and held it open for them. She was dressed in latex., a maid’s costume.
“Where is Emma? “
“She woke late mistress. I told her to hurry, but she insisted on being perfect before her mistress saw her. She is still getting dressed mistress.”
“Prepare coffee slave, then fetch her and meet in the living room , you may BOTH serve us there.”
It was a little over ten minutes after they were seated when Lisa walked in the living room, Emma in tow. Emma had dressed in a long evening gown that  accentuated her curves. Her neck was adorned by a thin delicate looking collar, with matching wrist bands and small little thin chains that ran between the collar and cuffs. Her lips were carefully lipsticked and her cheeks rouged. She walked with an upright posture that spoke elegance as Lisa led her collared before her mistress. She set down the tray on the coffee table she had been carrying and  then knelt gracefully on the deep shag carpeting, her legs gently parted and showing a bit of leg through the side of the dress slit, just enough to be alluring . She bowed her head and never looked above her mistress’s feet as Lisa presented the leash’s end  to Caroline.
“Your slave mistress.” Announced Lisa as she withdrew and knelt before Teresa.
“You had something to do with this Lisa?”
“No mistress. She did it all herself.”
“Liar. There is a corset under that dress. She did not do that herself.”
“Perhaps I helped a little mistress.”
 “You will be punished later for your lie. In my own way.”
“Thank you mistress.”
Emma had been kneeling quietly, but she chose this moment to speak.
“Mistress this slave was disobedient to you, and disrespectful . I apologize for all I did to displease you, and wish you to punish me for my errors.”
“I can’t do that Emma.”
Emma looked up, a tear in her eye. It had been the one answer she had feared most, yet expected most. She said nothing for a moment, then quickly got up and turned to flee. She got no more than a step when  Teresa  yelled out.
“Freeze slave!”
Teresa got up and escorted Emma back to a kneeling position, none too  gently with the leash.The girl was crying.
“That is not how I trained you slave. You are not excused. Move again and the cane shall come from the closet.”
 Caroline rose.
“I have something to tell you Emma. I should have told you long ago, but I could not. But now is definitely the right time. Lisa, would you be a dear, and fetch my bags for me?”
“Yes mistress.” Said Lisa and left to comply. She returned a few moments later.”
She searched in her bags for a few minutes, then came out with a manila envelope. She put it on the coffee table in front of Emma.
“Open it Emma.”
Emma did so, and withdrew the contents. She leafed through the dozen or so pages of official looking documents.
“Their my adoption records mistress. But I don’t understand. I haven’t seen these in two years. They are supposed to be in the social services records. I can’t even see them. How did you get these?”
Come sit on the couch Emma, and I’ll tell you. She patted the spot next to her. But you must promise, not to get up or have any fits until I finish.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“You were adopted by social services when you were a child. The stated reason was that you were in an unacceptable environment isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“Your mother was no older than you are now when she gave you up. She was confused. She didn’t take very good care of you, so social services took you away, and you grew up in group homes, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Emma those aren’t the county records. They are my copy. I’m your mother.”
Emma stood strait up and looked ready to scream.
“Sit down Emma, you promised.”
Emma sat down.
“Why did you never tell me? Why?”
 “I couldn’t . I hardly knew you. Let me explain. Lisa when I had you, I was 19. I had no family, and I was beating men senseless for a living. I didn’t enjoy it. I was on drugs. One day the police arrived on a complaint, someone had heard screaming from the apartment I had at the time. They took you away. I tried to get you back, but they wouldn’t let me. I never gave up my rights to you, but I was forbidden by law to ever visit you. The only thing I was allowed was to send one gift on Christmas and your birthday. I had no choice. The law was against me. Over the years I cleaned up my act . I got off the drugs. I started taking an interest in bdsm beyond just turning a trick. Then one day I was at a fetish night. I met you. I didn’t know who you were. But I did know the person you were talking to. He used to be my pimp Emma. And he still runs girls. He finds them when they are most vulnerable, like about to lose their apartment. He helps them. He then owns them. He beat the living shit out of me Emma for two years if I didn’t turn enough tricks to get him enough money, and he was very close to having you on his hook.”
“So I introduced myself, and took you home. I had promised to put you up, and be your mistress. But you were inexperienced and I wished you to have time first. Then I found out who you really were. I didn’t dare tell you. I was sure you would leave, and if that man hadn’t gotten you someone else like him would. But I could not play with you like I promised either, you were my daughter. I can never be your mistress Emma. I sent you here to find out if you were really submissive Emma. To let you get it out of your system I couldn’t tell you before who I was but I must now.”
Emma had been crying for some time now. Her mother held her and hugged her, and Emma allowed her to.
“Are you angry with me Emma?”
“Livid. I’ve long known though that you didn’t have what it took to Domme me. I haven’t lost a Domme. I’ve gained a mother.”
“You have learned Emma moderation. We’ll head home after the weekend Emma. It will be as Mother and daughter though, not Mistress and slave. I’m sorry I kept this from you, but I was afraid, afraid of not knowing you.”
“I understand mom. There is a problem though. I’m not going back.”
“What do you mean Emma?”
“I can’t go back to your house and keep the way I was going. I’ll be miserable. I knew long ago that you could not for whatever reason be a mistress to me. I’m not upset because I haven’t lost anything. But I can’t do that. Being a slave is not a game Mom, it’s who I am. It’s what I need to be. I have enough money saved, I can get an apartment again. I know you don’t understand why I need this but I do Mom.”
“I think I do. I was not unlike you Emma. But I want more for you Emma than I had. I want you to have the chance to make something of yourself. I have enough money after being a pro dome for twenty years to take excellent care of you.”
“In all ways, but the one I need most Mom.”
“ I have a suggestion if you are willing” interrupted Teresa. Both she and Lisa had listened quietly.
“Go ahead.” Said Caroline.
“I’ve quite enjoyed having Emma here the last couple weeks. She I think has enjoyed herself as well. And I know Lisa has enjoyed having her as well. Perhaps she could stay here? She could attend school with Lisa and myself. She could also serve , as slave.”
“Could I mom?”
“You’re a free will Emma. I can’t make that decision for you, and I can’t stop you. I’ve been a poor mistress, and a worse mother. But if that’s your wish, I’ll respect it.”
“It is mom.”
“There is a condition Emma.” Said Teresa. 
“What is it?”
“Nothing you can’t handle. In order to stay here Emma you must submit to me. Obey in all things. You will be slave and you will be treated harshly. You shall also  be expected to go to school , and like Lisa to obtain good grades. The moment I am displeased with your  behaviour or performance I will send you back. I will own your body , and soul. Is that acceptable to you?
“Yes mistress.”
“You know you should have a formal collaring.”
“Huh?” asked Teresa.
“A formal collaring ceremony. If you really mean what you say, then you may look back at this moment some years from now and wish it more celebrated, more official. If you , mistress Teresa , intend to collar Emma you should have a formal collaring ceremony.”
 “What did you have in mind?”
“Ever thrown a dungeon party?”
“No.”
“What about the local bdsm crowd?”
“I didn’t know there was one.”
“Quite an active one. There are play parties twice a week around here, one of my clients comes on business twice a month to use one of my slaves. He can’t play too much locally, his wife doesn’t like it , but she lets him play when he’s out on business. I’m sure we could put something together. Interested?”
“That sounds like fun. Lets do it.”
“Do I get an opinion in this? “ asked Emma.
“Of course not Emma. That would be up to your mistress.”
“You are encourageable mom.”
 “Why thank you Emma. I do try.”
 “There is one thing.” Said Teresa. 
 “And that is?”
 “I would have to do the same for Lisa. “
 “A double collaring it is. I’ll make some calls later this afternoon , set it up.”
 “Enjoying yourself mom?” asked Emma.
 “I am now. I have the feeling Emma I shall never have the chance to be a normal mother and give away my daughter’s hand in marriage. This may be the only chance I get. I’m going to have some fun with it. I may even fly in my favourite slave to attend.”
 “Patrick.?”
 “Yes Emma.”
 “It’s settled then. You may use my study to make your calls. Emma, take your mother’s bags to the room I had you in before. You’ll stay in the dungeon with Lisa. I suppose I shall have to have another cell built.”
 “You have a cell ? “ asked Caroline.
 “A complete dungeon. A little small but it suits my purposes for the moment.
 “I’d like to see it.”
 “Them you shall. You have the use of the house, and of any toys you wish.”
 “And also of any slave?”
 “Lisa is at your disposal. Is that suitable?”
 Caroline walked to where Lisa had knelt quietly all of this time. Lisa looked up as the older woman admired her.
 “Eyes to the floor slave! You dare look at me without permission?”
 “No mistress.” Said Lisa quickly averting her eyes to the floor, hardly believing the power the woman had about her.
 “You have a fine mistress Lisa. You will find however that with experience comes greatness. You will be well used before I leave this house. I believe you to be overdressed. You will not cover yourself in my presence. Take those clothes off immediately.”
 Lisa complied, and was soon naked, except of course for the shield that covered her sex. Caroline had her stand, and examined it.
 “When was the last time you came Lisa?”
 “A little over a week and a half mistress.”
 “Excellent. I’m reminded, I Have a gift for You Lisa. And for you as well Teresa. Lisa fetch a sheet and some thumbtacks. Then I want you in the dungeon I have heard so much about.”
 “Yes mistress. “
 They retired to the dungeon, and Caroline had a bag brought down as well. Once down she looked around, eventually settling on the rack to secure Lisa to. In short order she was well secured and Caroline took a package from the bag.She took a small motorized tool with a  cutting wheel and plugged it in, setting it next to Lisa’s bound form. She then asked Teresa for the key to the shield, which she removed.
 “There have been some advances in the design of this device Teresa. It will require the removal of the studs. Lisa, you may feel it getting a little warm, and some vibration. “
 She then tool the little motorized tool and proceeded to extremely carefully cut off the studs one by one. Lisa began to get wet from the vibration. . One by one the studs fell off.  Then she took a sealed package with identical looking studs and snapped them intot he same, now well healed piercing holes that she had  the others in.She called Teresa over, who had watched intently.
 “I don’t get it, the old ones are the same.”
 “Not quite.” She said taking a small tool and placing it over one of the studs. She twisted it, and the stud released.
 “They are now removable. But only when removed with this tool, which is magnetically encoded , much like the car keys on Cadillac’s. Much better when a slave must visit a doctor for example. Don’t lose the key though. The studs now have a core of titanium, which cannot be cut even with my little tool here.  Anything that could remove them would badly injure the slave in the process. There are two keytools, I suggest keeping one in a bank safe or other secure location. There is a matching shield of the same material. It too has some other advancements. The slave who came up with this little device has really outdone herself. She likely regrets it, she has now been wearing it herself for three months without  release. “
 “And how much do they cost?”
 “They aren’t for sale at any price. The slave makes them for me alone, and I give them only as gifts.”
 “I was just thinking I have two slaves now.”
 “Quite right. I shall have Patrick bring one  when he flies in. “
 She removed the shield from the packaging and clipped it into place, then locking it and handing a new set of keys and a new remote to Teresa. 
 “Don’t lose those. With your permission, I may want to make use of them later.”
 She then took another package from her case and presented it to Teresa. Teresa opened the wrapping paper and the box, and withdrew a magnificently constructed single tail whip Teresa handled it in her hands.
 “Shall I show you it’s use?”
 “Please.”
 “Emma, I believe you know what to do . Hang the sheet from the ceiling please. “
 Emma did so, and Caroline took the whip from Teresa. As she uncoiled it she spoke.
 “Teresa you must take good care of this. It is made by a fellow who normally will not make a whip for the SM crowd. It was only after he saw me do a demonstration with a whip he ever allowed me to have one of his. I now have three, different styles and colours, but the most important thing to remember is that this can easily seriously injure. Allow me to demonstrate. “
 Caroline took a couple practise cracks with the whip, then stood some distance away from the sheet. She extended the whip to it’s length then took a single stroke with it, in a fluid toss. The whip cracked with a resounding noise that filled the dungeon, and as it left it’s target  the sheet was left with a neat hole with hanging threads.”
 “Teresa, it can do the same to a submissive that it has just done to that sheet. It will slice a woman’s flesh like a knife if used improperly. You must never use it on a slave without great care, and only after much practise. Do NOT disappoint me in this Teresa. Now Lisa, would you mind being the target of a more thorough demonstration?”
 She allowed Lisa up from the rack and had her fetch some good soft leather cuffs, telling her to be sure they were the strongest and most comfortable cuffs they had. Lisa complied, and after inspecting them Caroline fastened them to her wrists and to the chains from overhead. She used the control to raise the chain until Lisa was barely able to touch the ground with her tiptoes. She then stood before her, whip in hand.
 “Lisa, do you submit to me, and to the punishment you are about to receive?”
 “Yes mistress.”
 “Choose your safe word Lisa.”
 Lisa looked confused. Caroline shot Teresa a look.
 “We shall talk about that later Teresa. Lisa, a safe word is a word that you say when you absolutely cannot take any more and need to stop. You should never play without one. If you reach your limit, you say your safe word and all action stops.”
 “Mistress has never used me beyond my limit.”
 “I shall. Your safe word shall be RED. You should choose your own safe word though, for future use however.”
 “That sounds like an excellent idea.” Said Teresa.
 “When we finish here Teresa we should go shopping. I want you to read some books on safety. You are a bit inexperienced, but I believe well intentioned. “
 “It’s a deal.”
 “Now Lisa, I wish you to kiss the whip.”
 Lisa gently kissed the whip handle as it was presented to her. Then she stood away from and behind Lisa.”
 “Normally I blindfold my slaves before using the single tail. As this is your first time Lisa I shall forgo the blindfold. What is your safe word Lisa?
 “Red Mistress.”
 “Excellent. Then we shall proceed. “
 She hefted the whip  and snapped it, causing Lisa to jump in the chains. She yelped out in surprise. It was only then that she realized that it had never struck her, only snapped in the air a centimetre or so from her buttocks.
 “Are you scared Lisa?”
 “Yes mistress.”
 “What is your safe word.”
 “Red mistress.”
 “Remember it.”
 She struck the whip once more , this time just barely brushing the skin on her back. An angry welt appeared, but there was no breakage of the skin. Tears streamed from Lisa’s eyes.
 “Do you wish to use your safe word Lisa?”
 “No…No mistress.” She said jittering.
 Caroline  took several more strokes. She never  used anywhere near the full force of the whip, but the tip brushed it’s end over body with each stroke, leaving her marked. Lisa twisted in the chains and her breath came in shallow gasps. She jerked in her chains each time the fearsome instrument struck her body, however lightly.
 Caroline stopped for a moment, and removed a spreader bar from the cabinet. Soon Lisa’s ankles were well spread apart, and she could no longer touch the floor. Caroline stood before Lisa this time, and began to strike the whip at her front. Her legs, stomach and breasts now saw light strokes applied to them. Each time Lisa yelped in fear, thinking the whip would surely split her in two. She closed her eyes after a while, unable to watch as the strokes came. After several moments a dozen or so red welts adorned her front.
 “WHAT IS YOUR SAFEWORD LISA!”
 “Red Mistress.” She panted.
 “Key please” Asked Caroline and Teresa produced it.She removed the front shield of her sex., then stood away and swung several more strokes. She began to walk around Lisa , catching her with the whip here and there, as the girl yelped in pain and surprise and fear with each one. She was desperately short of breath, and twisting in the chains. Finally Caroline began not to snap the whip, but rather wrapping it in soft strokes around her body. Lisa screamed in agony as it struck the inside of her thighs, wrapped around her body and struck her breasts, and twice  wrapped up under her legs and struck her sex. Lisa felt herself getting Dizzy, and no longer yelped with each strike of the whip, but rather moaned. The sharp bite of the whip became more the caress of a lover , even with the gradually heavier application. A final wrap of the whip struck her thigh and she knew she could take no more .
 “Red mistress.”
 Caroline set the instrument onto the hooks at the side of the dungeon .Lisa’s face was sullen as Teresa and Caroline  lowered her, and helped her over to the rack to lie down. She was unable to walk, her legs having gone to rubber.  Caroline held her and then the crying stopped. Her body began to shake, as if she was very cold and very strange sounds began to emerge from her throat, incoherent mumblings and moans. Teresa got very concerned ,  and examined her friend, fear in her face. She started towards the dungeon door.
 “Stop! Where are you gong!”
 “To call an ambulance. She needs a doctor.”
 “But.”
 “She has never been happier, or more well in her life Teresa. Just give her time, and lots of love and attention. Emma fetch that sheet , then go get a blanket from the cell.We need to keep her warm and comfortable.”
 Emma did as she was told and Caroline carefully wrapped Lisa in them. She shook with shivers , and yet her body was drenched in sweat. Caroline kept her comfortable , staying by her side for some twenty minutes or so before Lisa slowly became more coherent. Caroline comforted her, keeping her body  warm and the hair out of her eyes.
 “Emma, fetch a glass of water. A straw also.”
 Emma did so, and as it was possible Caroline helped Lisa to sit up. She winced as the harsh marks  touched the padded surface of the rack 
 “Are you okay Lisa?” asked Teresa.
 “Never better in my whole life mistress.”  Said Lisa, between careful sips of the water. She was well coherent now. “I was in another place mistress. I was in the clouds, my mind not part of my body. I felt it towards the end, and I gat scared, so I yelled out what Caroline had said. Then It was all so surreal, I guess I passed out, but I had this most fabulous dream. It was the most incredible thing I have ever felt in my life.”
 “You were flying Lisa. It’s ok, it’s a perfectly natural thing for you to react like that. “ said Caroline.
 “I want to run a marathon.” Said Lisa. “I feel so alive.”
 “That too shall pass. For the next day Lisa you are going to feel a broad range of emotions. Someone will be with you constantly, Emma, Teresa or myself. You may also feel incredibly sad at times, others happy. It’s all perfectly normal though, and just try to remember you are safe. Emma is going to take you upstairs and bathe you Lisa. No more play today, at all. Then you will go to bed, you will need the rest.”
 “Yes mistress.” She said, though at that moment she didn’t feel at all like sleeping.
 Emma helped the girl up , and she had regained some of her strength. The two disappeared at the dungeon’s door.
 “You knew that would happen?” asked Teresa.
 “It often does. She’ll be fine.”
 Teresa went and got the whip and examined it. She coiled it in her hands, thoughtfully.
 “I’d like to experience that sometime.”
 “Perhaps later. I’ve some calls to make I think. May I use your office?”
 “Of course.”
 “You should practise with that. Use the sheet. If it tears you have struck too hard. Also wear a wide brimmed hat and some eyeglasses. Use long fluid strokes. And never touch a slave with it until you can hit a space the area of a bottle cap every time without fail.”
 “Thank you for such a wonderful gift.”
 “You are most welcome. Use it responsibly. I’ll make my calls and then we can go shopping.”
 It occurred to Teresa it had not been a question, it had been an order.