| Teresa and Caroline had a wonderful afternoon in the shops. Teresa
hadn’t realized there were as many shops dedicated to fetish and
bdsm as there were in the city. There were about a dozen of them , although
of course some were better than others. Emma had stayed behind to
watch over Lisa, who was sleeping soundly when they left. As Caroline had
mentioned she had already gone through a couple of mood swings before
they left , but what Caroline assured her was that all she really needed
was some rest. Teresa had been impressed by the woman’s vast knowledge
on the topic of SM. Everything she said seemed dead on, and she had some
ideas that would make the marquis de sade himself squirm. Teresa felt she
should be getting a notebook and taking notes after a while.
True to her word Caroline had set something up at a local club two days from now. She had also arranged for her slave to fly in with another shield, this one for Emma, though Emma did not know that. As it had turned out there was a fetish night at a local dungeon every Tuesday night so they had arranged a formal collaring to happen there. The mistress of the dungeon had been caught off guard that they had never attended a night before, but Caroline had explained that they were fairly private, and inexperienced, and may attend in the future. Caroline had purchased about a half dozen books for Teresa to read, and made her promise to read each one cover to cover. Some were a little lighter, others dealt in detail with safety and technique. She had gone over some of them when they stopped for coffee pointing out chapters that she should pay particular attention to.She seemed to know each one well.With a little more experience, and some added knowledge , she explained that Teresa would be able to do things that she never had before, nor even considered. Teresa had picked up a couple of toys also, a new armbinder , a latex cat suit, and a couple nice floggers. Finally it was time to go home, and they wound up the driveway. It had been a nice afternoon. Their noses detected a fine meal on their arrival, Emma had been preparing a roast beef and potatoes while they were out, and it was almost ready. Teresa went to check on Lisa, who was sleeping soundly still. She decided to let her sleep a bit longer. She clipped a leather collar around her neck and attached it to the bed chain, a surprise for when she woke up.She mused at how beautiful her slave was when chained, it really did enhance her beauty. “Having fun?” Asked a voice from the doorway. Teresa turned to see Caroline had changed from her street clothed to a fabulous leather dress that ran full length, with a slit up the entire leg and a corset middle that pushed her breasts up nicely.It was breathtaking. “I like her better this way.” “As does she. Be careful though, always leave enough chain when you do that, too little and she could choke if she fell out of bed.” “Good advice, thanks.” Said Teresa, thinking how practical such a statement was. That’s one of the things she liked most about Caroline, her practicality and matter of factness when it came to bondage and fetish. It was like she had lived it her whole lidfe, which she supposed she had. “Question, would you like to meet one of my slaves?” “That would be nice, when? “ “Tonight. That friend I was talking about is available and I was thinking of inviting him and his wife for dinner if that’s alright with you.” “Sounds fabulous, lets do it.” Caroline made the arrangements and Teresa advised Emma there would be two extra for supper. Supper would be served in the dining room this evening. Teresa filled the time thumbing through some of the books she had purchased, while Caroline took a short nap in the other spare bedroom Jet-lag was having an effect. An hour later there was a buzz at the gate, and Teresa answered it. She hadn’t thought their guests would arrive so quickly. A small Volkswagen pulled into the drive, and a man and woman got out. They knocked on the door and Teresa answered. Her first impression was they were young, just a little bit older than Teresa herself, for some reason Teresa had been expecting someone more Caroline’s age but this was a surprise. She welcomed them in. The man was extremely tall, and fairly well built and spoke with an accent and deep booming voice that sent shivers down Teresa’s spine as he introduced himself as Helm. The girl, who looked tiny next to him was introduced as Charlotte He wore black leather trousers and vest while Charlotte wore a blue Latex full length dress that clung to her figure and a simple thin metallic collar on her neck. She also wore no shoes Teresa noted. “I’m afraid you have caught me rather off guard, I wasn’t expecting you yet and Caroline has gone for a nap.Come up to the living room, Would you care for something to drink?” “Thank you that would be nice. A cola?” “Sure. And you Charlotte? Would you like something?” Then an odd thing happened. Charlotte knelt upon the floor in the hallway just before the man and didn’t say a word. “She’ll have water. She displeased me some days ago and has been forbidden to talk until I allow her. I don’t think I’ll grant permission too quickly, she gets so inventive in expressing her feelings when her voice is taken away maybe I’ll just let her stay that way.” The girl looked up at him with glazed over eyes that plead with him. “See what I mean?” “Yes I do.” Teresa sat on the big couch while Helm preferred to be seated in an Armchair, his partner kneeling gracefully on the floor beside him. Teresa liked him instantly, though he still scared her a little bit. She wondered what it would be like for an instant to be under his control. It would be a very powerful experience. “You’ll have to excuse me I’m taken a little off guard, I had thought it was a submissive that Caroline had invited.” “Switch actually, though I’m mostly Dominant. I submit only to Caroline and that only once every six months or so. I can’t be too active in the local community , I run a fairly large business and on occasion a client or two becomes involved in the scene, it can make future business dealings difficult.So I only get involved locally rarely .” “And does Charlotte switch also?” “No I’m afraid she’s completely submissive.” “Helm I see you found your way here safely?” said Caroline as she entered the room in the same outfit she had on previously. Teresa realized she must have napped in it, she could not have easily taken it off and put it on by herself.” “As beautiful as ever Caroline.” He said taking her hand in his and kissing it lightly.” “Oh and I see you have brought your slave with you. Nice to finally meet you Charlotte.” The little black haired girl knelt in front of Caroline and kissed the ground before her feet. “You didn’t tell me she was charming as well as beautiful Helm. Mind if I take a look?” “Not at all.” Caroline grabbed the thin collar and made the girl to stand. The girl instantly put her hands behind her head, and said not a word nor betrayed a single emotion as Caroline circled around her toching and squeezing this part and that, even lifting the heavy latex off her rear and giving it a playful slap. “Are you an obedient slut?” “You may speak Charlotte” said Helm when the slave looked at him. “Yes mistress .” “Always?” “Not always mistress.” “So I hear. Your master tells me you threw rather a tantrum earlier this week. “ “Yes mistress.” “SO Tell Me what was it about slave?” “I got upset when he wouldn’t spend time with me mistress.” “I see , and did that earn you some time with him?” “No mistress, I’ve been locked up in my cage until tonight.” “So a tantrum didn’t earn you what you sought did it slave?” “No mistress.” “I’ve given permission Charlotte for Caroline to punish you for speaking badly to me .” “Master?” she said looking at him again with those pleading eyes. “Yes slave?” “I’ve never been with a mistress master.” “And do you object slave?” he asked. “No master. “ “ I didn’t think so” “Mistress, supper will be ready in five minutes” Emma announced from the door. “Excellent Emma. Be a dear and awaken Lisa will you please?” “Yes mistress.” Emma scurried off to wake up Lisa while everyone made their way to the dining room. As they were sitting Caroline sat Charlotte down in the chair next to her, then reached under the blue latex and squeezed one of the nipples inside. The girl looked up at her, not quite sure how she should react, then Caroline took something from her pocked and went again under the latex.Charlotte grimaced as a small clamp fastened tightly around her nipple. Lisa and Emma arrived , both bearing trays.Emma still had her clothes from this afternoon, but Lisa was naked, Teresa having carefully put away what clothing was around so there was nothing for the girl to wear. She liked her better that way. “Ah Lisa , I hope you are feeling better?” “wonderful mistress.” “Good, please get us some napkins from the hutch?” “Yes Mistress.” Teresa carefully gauged Charlotte’s reaction as lisa bent over the hutch to open the drawer and fetch the napkins. Charlotte’s eyes darted over Lisa’s naked form, still well marked from the morning’s session, and Teresa was certain there was just a hint of tremor in her lips. Lisa and Emma waited to be sure everyone was seated before sitting down themselves. Since Caroline was the guest of honor they passed things to her first, to help herself, which she did. Emma had outdone herself, and dinner was excellent, the prime rib roast was done to perfection and juicy, and all the fixings were perfect. Lisa tried hard to not dribble anything on herself, since her body was the only protection she had. She noted that the girl in the latex dress who she didn’t know tended to fidget quite a bit , and often looked down at her chest as if expecting it to have grown. It was a little strange sitting there, the only person to be naked and yet feel completely at home about it, like nothing was amiss. It gave her a warm tingle. She’d done quite a bit of tingling today she thought. Lisa waited until everyone finished, then suggested that they retire to the dungeon. They all proceeded, masters and mistresses first, slaves following behind. From behind her Lisa heard a little gasp from Charlotte as she caught her first glimpse of the place that Lisa now considered home. “Come Charlotte.” Said Carolyn crooking a finger at the obviously nervous slave girl. She walke before Carolyn and knelt before her. “Don’t you think you are just a little bit overdressed for a punishment charlotte?” asked helm. “Yes master sorry.” She said unzipping the back of the dress and allowing it to fall off he shoulder before peeling it off of herself, folding it neatly and setting it aside. “Teresa, might I borrow your new toy?” “Of course. Lisa, there is a package on my bed, fetch it immediately please.” “Emma, fetch a spreader if you would please.” Once Emma produced the spreader Caroline helped her secure Charlotte’s ankles inside of the thick leather cuffs at it’s ends, then forced her to the floor. Her legs were spread far enough apart that it was difficult for her to kneel, but the girl managed. Lisa arrived with the heavy leather arm binder which was quickly secured To her credit Charlotte never uttered a peep of protest, but that was about to change as Caroline tightened the lacing of the arm binder. “Mmm I just love those these things, they show a girl’s breasts so nicely.” “As she said this she flicked the little clamp that had adorned Charlotte’s nipple all through supper and she let out a little squeal. “Sore?” Asked Caroline as she flicked the clamp a second time. “Yes mistress.” “Good. They will be more so. Oh but look, your other nipple is bare. It needs some clothing too I think.” She said as she adorned a second clamp on her other nipple. She then went over to the cabinet and pulled out a leather strap with a big black ring on it. She had Charlotte open her mouth, then forced the huge rin between her teeth. It barely fit, and Charlotte’s mouth was held wide open by it, and Caroline tightened the strap behind her head so it could not be pushed out. She stood charlotte up then fastened the ring at the end of the arm binder to a chain hanging from the ceiling so she was bent over. “There now you should be all comfy shouldn’t you.” She put a finger into Charlottes mouth, pressing down on her tongue.”You know what I like about this kind of gag? It keeps a slave nice and speechless, yet their tongue is free to do with as I wish.” Caroline walked away a few feet and had Lisa help her to remove the leather dress.She soon stood before Charlotte completely naked. She stood before Charlotte’s face, her sex an inch or so in front. She pulled Charlotte’s head up by the hair so she faced her pussy. “Why don’t you give it a little lick sweetheart, just a little one.” Charlotte shook her head, and tears rolled down her face. “No? Did I understand that right, you were refusing me? Okay then, but I promise you, before this night is through you’ll be begging to suck my pussy slave, I guarantee it.” She walked around charlotte, sizing the much smaller girl up, pinching and slapping lightly here and there, and pulling on the clamps. “Teresa, what is it you like to use when punishing a slave?” “The cane.” “That’s right.” said Caroline noting the terror in Charlotte’s eyes. She had obviously felt the cane before by her reaction.” Why don’t you fetch it, I’ll show you a trick or two.” Caroline got down on the floor just under Charlotte and fiddled with the clamps. “I tell you what Charlotte, since I know you cant talk why don’t you scream if you want Teresa to learn the cane using your body as a target.” At just that moment she snapped the clamp that had been on Charlotte’s nipple all during supper off her nipple, and immediately put her lips to it and sucked, bringing all the blood that had been missing from it to the tender nerves. Teresa screamed and shook in her restraints, but was unable to get away from Caroline as she tortured her nipple then clamped the nipple right back in the same place. “Well now that wasn’t too hard now was it? It sure sounded like a resounding yes to me.” Charlotte moaned in her restraints and hid her face behind her long hair, sobbing and panting into it. Caroline took the cane from Teresa and held the end before Charlotte’s gag, then removed the gag. “Lick the end of the rod slave.” “Please don’t.” “Do it before I make you deep throat a dildo bitch.” Charlotte carefully licked the end of the cane as instructed. Satisfied she gagged her once again, then unzipped the arm binder, replacing it with some leather cuffs attached to the same chain, only a bit higher. “Teresa you really have to be careful with your new toy. Too long is very hard on the shoulders of a girl, unless of course that’s what you want. I prefer to give other forms of torment. “ She took a poker chip from a pocket in her leather dress and firmly pressed it into Charlotte’s hand “You know what this is for don’t you little girl?” Charlotte nodded her head, the only way she had available to answer. “Excellent. I intend to cause you some great pain Charlotte. You wanted attention, well now you have it. We’ll see how much you really wanted it. Now I told you before the night is through, you would beg to suck my pussy and you will. You see, I’m going to start. And the only time I or someone else is going to stop is when you start begging. I hope you are ready, you are in for a rough ride girl. Now Teresa, why don’t you start on her butt with the cane. I just want to watch for a little while.” Teresa began to punish the girl with the cane, light strokes at first, but soon making long white welts across her buttocks and upper thighs. Neither domme paid the least bit of attention to her cries behind the gag, or to the other slaves, all three of which watched kneeling from the sidelines. Caroline let Teresa work for perhaps fifteen minutes before stopping her. By this time Charlotte was more than a little ragged in her cries and breathing, but she had not dropped the poker chip. “May I try? “Asked Caroline holding her hand out. Teresa quickly relinquished the cane. Teresa noticed she handled it quite differently. Unlike Teresa’s own efforts that ended up with crisscrossed marks Caroline started in smooth perfectly parallel marks, six on each side. She then landed the cane over and over again in all the same six spots. She never hit hard enough to break the skin, but soon Charlotte’s moans turned to screams. She wasn’t hitting particularly hard, she didn’t have to, each stroke lined up perfectly on the mark from it’s predecessor along the same twelve neat lines. Teresa was impressed, it wasn’t just the accuracy of the strokes, it was the speed with which they were delivered. After only two to three minutes each of the marks was a indent in her skin, and Caroline stopped for a moment. Charlotte was screaming into the gag, and her body was convulsing in the chains. “Why doesn’t she drop the chip?” “Because my dear Charlotte here is what is called a pain slut. Don’t let her innocent looks fool you, she is quite experienced at this, and her master has put he through much worse.. “ Caroline began anew the caning, always striking in the twelve marks. Even though Charlotte twisted and turned in the chains her stroke adjusted on the fly to hit perfectly on the mark each time. Charlotte was slumping in her chains, after a while no longer trying to avoid the strokes. She lost her balance once, and Charlotte caught her expertly. Then Caroline released her from the chain, then leaned her over the padded horse, securing her there before continuing with the caning. Still she steadfastly refused to drop the chip, despite being asked to several times. And so on it went. Caroline continued and continued, a deep purple in twelve lines on her butt. She sobbed, and cried, but wouldn’t release the chip. Teresa was becoming concerned for the girl, thinking that maybe she just wouldn’t but then Caroline reached under Charlotte’s body and quickly unclipped the two clamps on her nipples. The girl began to thrash, and scream, and convulse and fight her bonds. The chip fell to the floor as she was nearly done. Caroline removed the gag. “Emma, fetch my suitcase, quickly.” “please mistress, I want to lick your pussy mistress.” Panted Charlotte now free of the gag. Caroline grabbed her by the hair and forced her sex on the girl’s mouth. It was at this moment that Teresa realized that this wasn’t the first time that Charlotte and Caroline had done this together. The girl was a little too eager and a little too good at what she was doing. In short order Caroline had come in the girl’s mouth. It was a carefully scripted play that had been played out many times before, in fact the whole evening had been. Caroline released the girl’s restraints. And Teresa was amazed as she stood up by herself and kissed Caroline sweetly on the cheek. “Thanks hun, I needed that.” “You are welcome Charlotte.” Charlotte walked over to where Teresa stood watching intently. “You looked worried. Don’t, Caroline knows my limits well. She and I scene when ever we get the chance, though you didn’t know it.” “You didn’t mind? “ “No, not at all hun. I like to be forced, it helps me to relax and enjoy it. And Caroline would never really hurt me. And Caroline is the only person master lets me scene with, besides himself that is. We scene for the first time at least four times a year. By the way, I think your slave needs some attention.” Teresa turned her attention to Lisa and Emma . Emma was just at before, but Lisa was no longer in a kneeling position instead sitting with her knees drawn up and her head between them, her hair covering her face. As Teresa approached she didn’t look up. “Something the matter slave?” “No mistress .” Came the broken reply. “Get your ass on the rack …NOW SLAVE!” Lisa complied, lying down on the padded surface. In Short order Teresa had her strapped down, and her arms in the cuffs. Teresa switched the hoist from electronic control to the manual crank. She then began to crank the chains in, slowly stretching her body out. Lisa thought she could take no more, but click by click the chains got tighter. At the limit of her resistance Teresa stretched her just one more click. Lisa rolled her eyes back. “Comfy Lisa?” “Yes Mistress.” “Now perhaps you will tell me what’s wrong.” “I just felt sad mistress. I don’t know why.” With a sudden light Teresa realized the problem. Caroline had of course warned them of this. “A little light bondage is okay.” Said Caroline as if reading her thoughts. Her body is just playing some really mean tricks on her, it’ll do that for the next day or so, but she’ll be fine I promise you. Why don’t you leave her put for the evening?” “All night on the rack? Is that safe? Won’t her arms get tired?” “No, not like this it’s not. Loosen it just a few notches. Here I’ll show you.” Caroline loosened Lisa’s bonds just a very few notches. She carefully checked each of Lisa’s bonds, slipping a finger between her bonds. They were loose enough she could wriggle some and weren’t tight, but tight enough she could not adjust her position or get away. “May I see your remote ?” “Certainly .” Said Teresa producing it. Caroline pushed a few buttons, and Lisa felt the familiar buzz between her already wet legs. She moaned and wriggled in the chains. Caroline produced a blindfold and placed it over the girl’s eyes. “Hmm, I still feel like playing.” Said Teresa. “We’ve got to get going. I have some important appointments in the morning..” Said Hans. “But we will see you again at the collaring.” “We’ll see you out.” Said Caroline. Lisa accompanied them, but Emma was instructed to stay in her present position. Charlotte had a little difficulty sitting down on the car seat, though Teresa was sure she grinned as she did so. She would likely have a reminder of this evening for some days to come. Once they were off the two domes retired back to the dungeon. “Come Emma.” Said Teresa and soon Emma was attached face to the big cross. This cross allowed it’s victim to be pivoted flat, or in a standing position, and Teresa quickly had her strapped in. Not far away Lisa moaned in her bonds, unable to either stop her torment nor help it along. “Caroline, do you think you could show me what you were doing with the cane?” “I’m afraid not Teresa. It comes with experience and I won’t touch Emma, I’m sure you understand. I can tell you how I learned it though.” “Please.” “Go get a marker.” Teresa did, and Caroline drew two lines across Emma’s butt cheeks on both sides. “Now swing, but here’s the deal. Don’t mark, not even a little bit, it should feel to Emma like you just brush the surface. FULL Strokes, swing all the way back then slow and aim. When you can hit exactly the same spot each time then increase the number of lines. You won’t master it tonight, but if you practice you’ll get better at it. Use a pillow to practice on. Tonight just work on the accuracy of your strokes. Look at the spot you want to hit before you swing, then never take your eye off of it.” Teresa took a couple of tentative strokes before Caroline stopped her. “You aren’t looking where you are hitting. Stop looking at her, she’s a pillow. Look where you want to hit.” Again Teresa took some strokes, this time hitting the spot a little more closely. “Good, now, don’t pause between strokes, it should be all one fluid motion, not all different swings.” Teresa tried again and found it was almost natural to do it as Caroline said. Each swing blended into another, and she started to get exhilarated . She looked at the spot as she was told, concentrated on it, and didn’t even notice her swing until Caroline grabbed her arm. “Easy girl, look at what you are doing.” Teresa did and saw the little dribble of blood that trickled from Emma’s butt. It was a small break, but it was a break. Emma was sobbing on the cross. Teresa felt a waft of guilt engulf her. She hadn’t even thought of the girl, only what she was doing. She comforted her on the cross and reached to let her down. “No!” screamed Emma taking Teresa by surprise. “No?” “I want more please mistress.” “You are bleeding Emma.” “I want more mistress.” “Very well then.” Said Teresa placing the cane back on the rack and picking up the heavy braided flogger. Unlike the cane it marked heavily but wouldn’t bread the skin. She realized she was using the same stroke as she had with the cane, a constant smooth effort that rained heavy red stripes over Emma’s back. The girl sobbed but never spoke her safe word, and Teresa soon found that she was ina different place, the lights of the dungeon playing over her as she swung the heavy whip. She felt as if she was removed from herself, in control and yet not part of what she was actually doing. It was the most incredible feeling she had ever felt. She swung and swung oblivious to Emma’s pants and cries. Then suddenly she stopped dead . Emma had spoken, “Mercy Mistress.” Suddenly Teresa’s whole world swam. She looked at Emma, who was a mash of deep red stripes across her back. Then she felt a reassuring hand at her back. “Let your slave down Teresa.” Came Caroline’s soothing voice, calm and collected. Teresa released the clips from Emma’s wrists and caught the sobbing girl as she almost collapsed from the cross, and held her in her arms as she curled into a ball on the floor. Teresa held her for what seemed like ages, but was in reality probably only a few minutes. “Thank you mistress.” Said Emma. She was no longer sobbing, more murmuring to herself like a hum. Just then Teresa’s attention was drawn to the thrashing body of Lisa, still on the rack and she noticed now gagged. She seemed to be making quite a bit of ruckus about something. “Is she alright? “ “Oh I’m sure she’s quite frustrated about now, but she’s perfectly fine I assure you..” answered Caroline. “Remember I said there were some enhancements to the new shield? “ “Yes.” “Well she is experiencing one of them. There are now sensors that can tell when she is starting to get excited by the clenching of her muscles. As soon as she starts to get off n the nice little buzz I’ve set it to, it stops. Such a wonderful idea don’t you think? Of course it starts again a little while later once she has cooled down some. Absolutely drives a slave crazy, and not a damn thing she can do about it. I dare say she would rip that shield right off piercing or no if she thought she could. “ “It’s getting late. We should think about bed. “ “Would you mind terribly if I took your slave to bed with me? It’s been so long since I’ve had a sweet young thing like her.” “She’s yours for the night .That is if she can behave herself. What do you think Lisa, you going to behave for Mistress Caroline?” Lisa mewed from behind the big ball gag, unable to do anything else. “I’d say that’s a yes.” Caroline clipped a handcuff to Lisa’s wrist before letting her up, but didn’t remove the gag, she would do that later . She collared her, and led her off for the evening, leaving Emma and Teresa alone. “Well then Emma that leaves you and me. Fetch a collar and chain girl. And be quick about it. “ Emma got up, still a bit wobbly and got the items Teresa mentioned. Teresa fastened the collar to Emma’s neck then clipped the two leather cuffs to it. She smacked Emma on the rear end playfully then led her charge up to her bedroom for the evening. Once there, Emma quickly found herself attached to the bedpost by a short length of chain. Teresa gagged her as well, but left her ankles unsecured. Her wrists were still clipped to her collar. Teresa left her that way while she showered and got ready for bed, returning with some balm for Emma’s back and buttocks. She rubbed the balm in, making sure to avoid the spot on her rump where the skin had broken. This she washed thoroughly with a washcloth and then coated with antiseptic. Emma just let her do it, unable to do anything else. Teresa flipped her over so she was on her back .She ran her hand over the girl’s form, slowly caressing it, stopping only to tightly pinch the occasional nipple, or test Emma’s sex for the wetness she knew she would find there. “You’re a beautiful girl Emma. This week I think I shall take you to an optometrist. I want you to have contacts, I don’t like glasses on you. I think you shall also have a matching shield to Lisa’s. It’s not necessary in your case, but I want you to know I own all of you, including your sex.” Emma moaned from behind the gag in frustration as Teresa took her finger from it she had been using to massage gently. Then Teresa removed the gag and unlocked the chain from the bedpost, then guided Emma’s face between her own legs .The girl eagerly lapped at her mistress’s sex bringing her to orgasm quite efficiently. This done, Teresa once again gagged her, and relocked the chain before continuing her teasing. She would start, then stop then start anew to massage Emma’s sex. This went on for what seemed to Emma like forever. She wanted release, the same as she had felt the day before. She whimpered behind the gag as Teresa took her fingers away once again. “Aww, what’s the matter slave? Did you want to come?” Emma nodded. “Then beg slave, beg your mistress to let you come.” Emma mewed behind the gag, looking directly at Teresa as she did so. “I suppose you have been a good slave today.” Said Teresa as she put her face between Emma’s legs which spread further to accept her .Teresa made long slow love to her, eventually allowing her to thrust into her face as she came. She then nonchalantly went and washed her face off in the bathroom before crawling back into bed and cuddling Emma as she fell off to sleep. It had been a good day. Teresa awoke the next morning to find Emma curled up with her. She wasn’t sleeping though, she was wide awake. As soon as Emma saw she was awake she mewed from behind the gag. She was desperately trying to tell Teresa something. Motioning with her hands. Teresa, in a groggy state, could make nothing out from her efforts. She sat up in bed and looked for something out of place, but could see nothing. Then it dawned on her. “The bathroom?” Emma nodded enthusiastically causing Teresa to giggle. She took some keys from the nightstand and unlocked Emma’s chain and led her to the bedroom. As soon as Emma sat down she started to go. Teresa helped her dry, but didn’t remove her bonds. She enjoyed having the girl bound. The next couple days went well. Teresa obtained a second set of applications for Emma and her records, and sent it along to the college. Emma had insisted she didn’t want to go to school, she wanted to stay home and look after the house but Teresa would hear nothing of it, she was going and that was that. Caroline continued her lessons to Teresa, and Teresa was amazed at the woman’s knowledge. She seemed to know all there was to increase pleasure and submission. It was an eventful couple of days trying to keep up with the older more experienced Domme. There was shopping to be done, Teresa decided she wanted a snazzy new Domme’s outfit for the collaring ceremony. She had arranged for plane tickets for Caroline’s slave, who was to arrive the day of the collaring. Teresa decided not to tell Emma about the second shield, it would be a surprise for the evening of the collaring. There were the collars themselves as well Teresa chose matching ones of stainless steel lined in neoprene rubber for comfort, since they would be wearing them constantly they would need to be sturdy and waterproof.She had her name engraved in both collars, one said Emma, property of Teresa, and the other said Lisa, property of Teresa. She decided they would even wear them at school, after all it was what they were and there was no good reason to hide it. The ceremony was sort of like a wedding of sorts, they had practiced their vows to take place at the club. Teresa was excited, as were the girls, and Caroline lent a helping hand in many aspects. Finally, after two days the time arrived. Caroline took Teresa’s car to go pick up her slave from the airport, and Teresa and the girls piled into Lisa’s car for the trip to the club. The club was in an old Victorian hoem that had been converted at some point to a professional Domme’s residence. She held these fet nights on a regular basis, in part to drum up business. When the girls arrived it was still early, and most folks weren’t there yet. The girls nervously took a table in the main dungeon in the basement which was where the six or seven people in attendance sat. One \girl came over and introduced herself. “Hi’ I’m Kristen, you must be Teresa.” She said, hardly acknowledging the two slaves. “Yes.” Answered Teresa politely. It didn’t surprise her they knew who they were, they were after all expected to perform a collaring ceremony and she supposed they didn’t get all that many new faces. “You like the place?” “Yes, it’s ummm interesting. Nice equipment.” “Well maybe you’ll show us later how well your slaves squirm on it.” She giggled. “Excuse me, are you Dominant or submissive? Asked Teresa. “Domme. Though at the moment my slave doesn’t know she is a slave. She’ll come about though, I promise you.” “I see.” Said Teresa a little confused. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll see what I mean later. Can I get you a drink?” “Just a pepsi..” Said Teresa thinking it would be wise to keep her wits this evening. The girl trod off and returned in a few moments with a glass.They chatted for a while while other guests arrived. There was soon some play under way, a master put his fem slave on the cross and a Domme did a wonderful scene with needles on her male slave. Kirsten seemed a nice enough girl, and Teresa chatted with her. Caroline arrived with her slave and he gave Teresa the shield. She immediately ordered Emma on a nearby padded table . Emma complied and in short order was tied down while Teresa repeated the piercing process she had on Lisa on the girl. In a half hour she was let up, a new stainless steel shield adorning her now sexless body. It was time for the ceremony, and all play stopped briefly. There were perhaps 60 people in attendance to watch as both Emma and Lisa knelt before Teresa, who sat on o throne like a queen with their hands crossedbehind their backs. “Do you Lisa, accept Teresa as your dominant, to possess your body and sex, your mind, to do with as she see fit, to bind it and own it completely without revocation, to be her property ?”Came Caroline’s voice. “I do.” “And do you Teresa accept this slave, agree to care for her and own her body and soul?” “I accept this slave.” Came Teresa’s voice.She then placed the stainless collar on her neck, locked it and leashed her to the chair. “And do you Emma, accept Teresa as your dominant, to possess your body and sex, your mind , to do with as she see’s fit, to bind it and own it completely without revocation, to be her property?” “I do.” “And do you Teresa accept this slave also, agree to care for her and own her body and soul?” “I accept this slave also.” She said similarly collaring Emma. “Use your slaves well Teresa and see they come to no harm.” And that was that. Teresa scened briefly with the two slaves, using the flogger on each of their body’s as they hung helplessly from chains suspended from the ceiling. When they were finished They once again took their seats. “That was beautiful.” Said Kirsten who had watched from the table. “Thank you.. Your slave hasn’t arrived yet?” “OH she is about somewhere. Come upstairs, I want to show you something.” Teresa followed Kirsten up the stairs to the front hall of the big house.She wondered what she wanted to show her here. “Look out the window.” Teresa did, and strained to see if there was anything to see.Then suddenly she felt something at her neck, and then nothing. A half hour after Teresa had gone upstairs Lisa began to get concerned. She couldn’t see mistress anywhere in the crowd, and Emma and Caroline didn’t seem to know where she was either. She looked around and could not find her anywhere, not in the dungeon anyway. She checked with the host. “Excuse me, have you seen my mistress? We were the ones collared here this evening.” “Not in a little while. “ “She was with mistress Kirsten?” “Who?” “Mistress Kirsten? The girl with the black hair? Tha was sitting with us? I got the idea she was a regular here.” “My dear, I’ve never seen that girl before tonight, but we get a few new folks every time.” “Maybe she is upstairs.Thanks anyway.” The host shook her head. “Uh-uh, I just came from there, everyone is down here, no bodies upstairs. I do a check every twenty minutes or so. Maybe she went for some air?” “With just a corset and panties on?” “Good point. Tellyou what we’ll go have a look around “ Lisa checked the house with the host but Teresa was nowhere to be found.They even looked outside but neither Mistress Kirsten nor Teresa were to be found anywhere. As the evening wore on and people left it became obvious that Teresa was no longer on the premises.It didn’t make sense , both the cars were still there, but she was gone. “Maybe Kirsten gave her a ride home.” Offered Caroline.In the end there seemed nothing to do but to head home themselves. It was nearly 3 am by this point, and there was no sign of Teresa. They drove home, Lisa and Emma in one car with Caroline and her slave following behind.Upon arrival at the house it was searched , without results. Teresa was not at home. Teresa started to come to, but she was disoriented. She knew she was bound, by something hard, and tight, probably handcuffs she thought. The were looped around each other so she was in sort of a hog tie. Her mouth was packed with something or other made of cloth and it was sealed with tape.Her eyes too were covered, probably also with tape. Her wrists hurt but she couldn’t move a whole lot to fix the problem. She was in a vehicle, this much she knew, she could hear the motor and she was in something that was moving. She tried to roll her head against whatever she was layng on (CARPET?) trying to peel it from her eyes but only succeeded in mushing it in further. She started to mew, trying to get some attention at least, to make sense of it all but nothing came of it. After a while the vehicle stopped, and she could hear someone get out and the door slam. Then a minute or two later a rush of cool air came to her and someone grabbed her legs and arms and lifted her out. She was set on the ground a couple times, whoeverit was was having a hard time carrying her. “Just put the bitch in the cabin.” Came a voice, Kirsten’s. Teresa struggled against the cuffs but it was no good.She was lifted up and over something. Oddly enough whoever was carrying her didn’t seem to stable, it was like the ground gave quite a bit when they walked.She was brought down what seemed like steps, and along some kind of passageway with smooth walls. A door opened and she was hefted onto something soft and comfortable, possibly a bed. She could hear someone walking up above, like wherever she was had several floors. Then she decided she wasn’t in a building at all, a motor started somewhere, and after a couple of minutes she knew that she was moving again. It was a couple hours before the motor stopped. No one was near her , no one checked on her that she could tell. She knew those were handcuffs that were on her, they hurt terribly and had tightened a notch or two as she struggled. She was trying very hard not to panic but was finding it difficult .A little while after the motor stopped she sensed someone nearby, and was once again picked up. This time she was ready and she was determined to get their attention no matter what it took. She struggled and fell hard on the bed again. She struggled every time the hands tried to get hold of her. “Nighty night slut.” Came kirsten’s voice, then she felt something against her neck again. And then nothing once again. When Teresa next was aware of anything she was on a padded surface. Her hands were still cuffed, but they were in front and not attached to her ankles.She reached up and tore away the tape from her eyes. Her fingers were numb from the cuffs, but they were on looser this time. She blinked trying to adjust to the dim light. She tore the tape from her mouth and spat out the cloth, panties, her own. She took stock. She was in a room with stone walls. There was a window, but she couldn’t reach it and even if she could it was barred up. The door looked to be heavy wood with a small area with bars and a closed little door. It had heavy iron bolts and steel straps holding it together and was very sturdy looking. She was wearing handcuffs joined by little chain links and a heavy steel collar was on her throat. The collar was padlocked on, and had a chain going to a ring bolted to the stone wall. She was on top of a mattress on the floor, and she had a blanket, which was good it was cold. There was a pitcher of water next to her with a steel cup and a bedpan, and a piece of paper. She picked up the piece of paper, which had a note on it. “Teresa, You are my prisoner. As I told you my slave didn’t know she was a slave. That slave is you . By the time you read this I will be sound asleep, I suggest you get some rest too, you’ll need it . There will be enough time to try and get away fruitlessly tomorrow. I’ve left some water in case you get thirsty. Sorry about the accommodations, but when my husband has all your money from the bank maybe we can see about making you more comfortable. Rest easy slave. Kirsten.” Teresa crumpled the note and threw it. She wanted to throw the water too, but she was thirsty. She wondered if she should trust the water. She reasoned though that if Kirsten wanted her drugged, she already would be. Her ankles were in heavy shackles.She was going nowhere, so she curled up under the blanket. She guessed it was almost dawn because there was a faint gleam of light near the window.She wasn’t tired though so she sat and watched the light grow brighter and brighter. It shone an eerie glow over the room’s stone walls. At some point she fell asleep though she was sure she wasn’t tired. She woke when a sound came to her, someone was opening the door to the room. She could hear heavy clinking in the door and then it swung open with a definite creek. In walked Kirsten in a t-shirt and jeans bearing a tray of food. Teresa was upright in a second. “Sit down.” “No, what do you want with me.” Kirsten set the tray down on the floor where she was and reached into her pocket. She pulled out some kind of handle gizmo and pushed a button, and instantly an arc of electricity zapped around it’s tip. “Now that I have your attention, sit down” Teresa did as she was told with a clink of chain sitting on the mattress but never taking her eyes off Kirsten for a second. “Good girl. I see we’ll have to work on that trust thing. In the meantime know that I mean business.If you try to escape I won’t hesitate to do what it takes to stop you, and you really aren’t going anywhere anyway so life can be easy or difficult. I have the keys from your necklace. I’m still trying to decide if I’ll send them to your home, I rather like the idea of your two collared slaves being locked in collars and chastity devices that only I have the keys to, so maybe not. I really wanted them too, but you’ll have to do.” “What do you want with me?” “A this very moment, my husband is busily embezzling all the money from your bank account. He’s the banker who put the money in your account. When he is done, I’ll let you go free. By the time you get back he and I will be safely in another country. Give me any trouble and you’ll regret it, or not make it back at all.In the meantime you are my plaything. I rather like the way you keep your girl’s , perhaps I might try out some of those techniques on you.You are on an island, though you won’t get to see much of it . Now I’m going to leave you some food. I’ll be back later You’ll stay in this room until I decide it’s safe to put you somewhere else.If you show me you know how to be a good obedient girl then I’ll let you upstairs to shower or watch some television with me. For now eat. She left, but left the door to the room open. There wa sno point in locking it since she was chained anyway. Teresa ate the food, some bacon and eggs.She sat most of the day without hearing any more from Kirsten. She returned to take away the tray and later to bring another. Teresa had no choice but to use the bedpan, she had to go and there was no other place. There was also no toilet paper so she had to let it sort of air dry. She knew she had to get out somehow, but she wasn’t sure how. Kirsten came and got her sometime after the sun went down. She unlocked the collar and led her in the chains up intot he house, which was large. She cuffed her to the shower rod in the bathroom, but she was still manacled. And of course cuffed to the shower rod. She showered as best she could. Kirsten returned to give her a bathrobe and lead her down into the room once again. Kirsten had seen enough of the house to know that tit was large, but had hardly any furniture at all. The basement where she was kept was huge, easily three times larger than the one that contained the dungeon at home. She was shoved into the room but this time she wasn’t collared. She decided to get some sleep, and try and figure out a way out of this. She was awoken the next morning by Kirsten with another tray. It was the same, more bacon and eggs. She ignored the tray until after Kirsten had left, then ate the whole tray up.Now it was time to go to work. She took the fork from the tray and looked at the handcuffs. She carefully used the fork to bend the center pins that blocked the passageway to the keyhole till they snapped. She then bent one of the tongs of the fork and used it to catch the little latch inside. It took her a few minutes but she eventually opened one of the cuffs. It was enough. She knew if Kirsten kept her schedule she had about an hour before she came and got the tray. She looked at the shackles on her ankles. They would have to stay for the moment. She placed the corner of the heavy tray under the blanket and adjusted it so she could grab it easily. She pulled the blankets around herselfas if she was cold and waited. Kirsten came into the cell to pick up the tray. As she bent to get it Teresa was active in a flash, grabbing the tray and landing it heavily by it’s edge across Kirsten’s temple. Kirsten landed in a heap on top of her. She never had a chance. Quickly Teresa searched Kirsten but she couldn’t find any keys. Having no other way to secure her she left the room and lcoked the door behind her, sliding the heavy bolts into place. It took quite a bit of searching, but eventually she found the keys on an upstairs table. She unlocked the heavy shackles and walked back downstairs .She checked in the window and Kirsten was still out cold.She wondered if she was dead. She had to act fast, if she was alive she would not be out long. She used the keys to lock Kirsten into the collar. She shackled her as well. Then she took everything, the water pitcher, everything. She didn’t know where the other pair of handcuffs were so she got some cord from a lamp and used that to tie Kirsten’s hands behind her back. She was finally beginning to feel safe.She checked , and Kirsten was till breathing, so she was alive. She decided to put some effort into getting out of here. She found Kirstens bedroom and borrowed a pair of jeans and a shirt. They were a little tight on her but they would do. She then searched the house top to bottom. She needed a phone, but there was none. She left the house, and saw that Kirsten had not been lying., she was indeed on an island. That would explain the lack of a phone. There was a ward with a cabin cruiser docked at it, but other than that there was just beach and woods nothing else, no other people or houses. She checked out the cabin cruiser but there was no key in evidence, and even if there was there had to be a thousand switches. She had no idea how to run it.There was however a radio. She could call for help. She picked up the mic and tried to call out, asking if anyone could hear her. When noone answered she tried another channel. Finally she happened on channel 9 and a voice answered her right away. “I need help” “This is the US coast guard Maam, what seems to be the problem. Over” “I…I’ve been kidnapped. I’m stuck on an island and I need help.” “Where are you Maam.” “I don’t know. Please you have to help. A man is going to rip off my bank account, that’s why they took me. “ Slowly Teresa told the story, toa rather unbelieving coast guard operator. He had her tell her all the details. Finally he started to believe her. “I need co-ordinates to come get you.” “I told you I have no idea where I am.” “What can you see? “ “Other than this island, not a damn thing.Water. “ “Maam, press down on the microphone. Hold it for at least a minute, talkif you want to but don’t let go the button.Can you do that?” “Yes.” She did as she was told, holding the button down. She talked, telling them to hurry. After a minute or so had passed she let go . “That’s excellent Maam. We are on our way.” “How?I don’t get it.” “We locked into the radio signal’s sourse Maam. It’s called triangulating. We know where you are, and we can be there in about a half hour. Just sit tight, over.” Not knowing what else to do Teresa stayed in the boat.. The man from the coast guard talked to her, and about 45 minutes later she could see a boat on the horizon coming toward the island.Several armed seamen got on a smaller boat and were soon with her. It was finally over. She showed them where Kirsten was, who was now quite awake and quite a bit pissed to say the least. They led her away in handcuffs. The dispatcher had calle dthe local police and had managed to arrest the banker before he was able to get on an airplane. He had never planned on returning for his wife. He was going to leave her behind. Teresa rode on deck most of the way back. It was a beautiful day, and the seamen didn’t seem to be in any hurry, doing some routine patrols befre returning, she supposed it had been a while since they had a pretty girl on board, and they were more than courteous and charming. On their return to port Teresa immediately called to home. Lisa answered, and frantically asked where she had been. Teresa just said it was a long story, she would tell it when she got home, and would be there before nightfall. The police took her to take a statement, and she picked Kirsten out of a lineup.She had a big bruise on her forehead. Teresa was just getting ready to leave, when she remembered something. “ Oh my god.” She thought to herself. “The keys” With all the action, she had completely forgotten about the keys to the shields and collars. They were still on the island. She got to a pay phone and called the coast guard service, and eventually managed after telling her story to ge tone of the seamen on the phone who had saved her. “I ..uh left something on the island you guys found me on. I need to know where it is, the island I mean.” “That’s a long way out Maam, I could tell you the coordinates though.” He did and Teresa jotted it down. She then took a cab home. She was tired and sore. Lisa Emma and Caroline were there to greet her, though Caroline’s slave had been sent on his way home. Caroline was supposed to accompany him, but had stayed behind in light of the circumstances. They were full of questions and Teresa tried to answer them as best she could. She related the whole story. In the end Emma hugged her, and Lisa as well. “I uh, have something to tell you girls.” “What mistress? “ Came their answer in unison. “I have to go back. The keys from my necklace are still there somewhere, the keys to your collars and shields.Caroline, can they be removed with out them?” “Not a chance. The collars are too thick and fit closely to the skin. The shield swould have to be sawed off and any saw that could cut that metal would cut the girls apart too>And if you tried the tamper circuit in the shield would shock both them into unconsciousness.” “Then we have to get those keys. We’ll rent a boat. And go out there. But first I want to go to the bank tomorrow. For some reason I don’t trust banks anymore.” The girl’s laughed. “I really have to get back tomorrow as well Teresa” said Caroline. “I have a business to run, and lots of need clients miss me.” “It’s settled then . Tommorrow a day trip. I’ll go to the bank, then take Caroline to the airport. When we get back you can see for yourself where I’ve been.” Teresa put the slaves to bed in the dungeon. She needed an extra cell she thought, for Emma. The girl couldn’t always sleep in the cage. Then she herself made off to bed. The next morning Teresa got up early and she and Caroline got ready. She dropped Caroline off first, and saw her onto her flight, then headed for the bank. Upon arrival she was ushered into the same office she had been before,and was greeted by a woman in her late twenties. “Welcome. I want to apologize on behalf of the bank for my predecessor. I hope you won’t hold it against the bank.” “The thought had crossed my mind.” “If you wish to leave we will certainly understand. But we really wish you to stay with us.Is there any way I can convince you?” “Secure my money.” “That is assured. I m prepared to insure the money you have on deposit with us with the insurance carrier of your choice at our expense of course. Is that sufficient?” “I suppose so. I need some money today. A few thousand should suffice. I plan on a boating trip and need some cash.” “Done, any particular destination?” “The island I was kept on. I left something there I need.” “Then you have the banks permission of course to be on the island.” “Huh?” “The bank owns the island, has for years. A bad loan that defaulted. As you can imagine it’s difficult to dispose of a property that far offshore. It’s for sale.The boat too is a bank asset.” “Really, how much?” “Hmmm well it is listed at a reasonable $75000 dollars.The boat is listed at $40000 dollars” “Sold.” “What?” “I’d like to purchase it. “ “Which? The boat or the island?” “Both. And I’ll need captain for the boat.” “I think we can arrange that. Would you like a lift out? The boat is still on the island, I could arrange for you and a captain for the boat to be flown out there, that is if you are still intent on going there.” “That would be great , thanks.” “One more thing, this is ummm a little more personal.” “What’s that?” “You probably don’t recognize me, but I was at the club the other night. Would you be interested in trying me out as a slave?” At this point the woman knelt on the rug in front of Teresa. Teresa didn’t know what to think, it came totally unexpected. “I don’t know.” She said, suddenly assessing the manager in a different light. “Please consider it..” “I will.” “I’ll have a limousine at your house in an hour ,then a helicopter at the airport . Is that acceptable?” “Quite , thank you.” And with that she left. Lisa and Emma were ready when Teresa arrived at the house. They kept expecting that Teresa would be in a rush, but she seemed oddly not in any hurry. By the time the limousine arrived Emma was just about ready to ask if they were really going. Emma was in shorts, and shirt, and Lisa the same.Teresa looked them both over. “That will never do.” “What mistress?”Asked Emma. “If you two can’t present yourselves with me in proper attire you’ll wear nothing at all. Take it off slaves.” “Mistress?” asked Lisa. “Take those clothes off now slaves.” “But mistress, we’ll be seen!” “Then next time I suggest you wear something a little sexier slaves. Take the clothes off, and Emma, fetch a toy bag. I want shackles for each of you, and my crop. And some gags.Oh and a good amount of rope. GO NOW”” Emma went to fetch the items and lisa took off her clothes. Emma stripped upon return, and each of the girls was blushing as Teresa led them out to the limo to the amazement of the chauffeur. Teresa was amused. She vowed to embarrass the two girls in this way more often.She smiled as she got into the limo and saw her two collared and chastised slaves nestled into the plush seats. The driver knew where he was going and they were at the airport in short order. He pulled as close as he could to a helicopter parked on the tarmack. Teresa giggled at how quickly the girls made their way from the limo to the helocopter. A man was already aboard, and The girls’s looked surprised to see someone along with them, but said nothing , instead exchanging glances at each other. When Teresa boarded the helicopter it quickly started to warm up . “Hi. I’m master John. Joan at the bank wanted me to skipper your boat.” “Teresa. Did you say master John?” “That’s correct. I’ve been in the scene for twelve years. Joan thought you might want someone who not only could skipper but also who would not be surprised at seeing the occasional slave in chains, and use discretion.” “How thoughtful of her.” Said Teresa, noticing the two girls visibly relax a little bit. Their faces were no longer quite as red as they had been. “Those are fine looking slaves you have there.” “The master payed you a compliment slaves. Don’t you think it appropriate to thank him?” “Thank you master.” Came their response in unison. “May I ? “ asked john, indicating Lisa. “Be my guest.” He reached over and grabbed the ring on Lisa’s collar and pulled her firmly toward him. Once over his knee he reached under and pinched an exposed nipple, a distinct gasp escaping her mouth. He fondled her butt but never raised a hand.She could feel his manhood underneath her belly and she didn’t need to have the shield off to know that this excited her. “She’s quite responsive to the touch. “ “I would think she is.She hasn’t had any pleasure for a little while now. I haven’t decided if she deserves it quite yet.” He let her up and she returned to her seat. She blushed as she saw the expanse of sea far beneath her. I t was a short trip in the helicopter, but Teresa didn’t enjoy it much. It made her nervous being held in the air like that even though she knew she was perfectly safe. She was happy to finally put her feet back on solid ground. The girls however stayed in the helicopter for a little while. They were not alone on the island. There was a coast guard boat as well. An officer approached as Teresa got off the helicopter. “I’m afraid you folks will have to leave, this is private property.” “I know, I own it.” Said Teresa matter of factly. “Oh, I’m sorry, we were not told. We were just finishing up our investigation Maam, but there is really nothing to see here, we’re done. We were just getting ready to shove off. This was a crime scene.” “Yes I know. I’m Teresa. Will you be leaving now?” “Yes. Wait, are you the same Teresa that.” “Yes. “she cut him off. And I’d like some peace if I could. “ “Certainly Maam. As I said we were just shoving off.” He gathered two other men, and inside of five minutes they had shoved off. Teresa hadn’t meant to be rude, she just didn’t want any reminders of what had taken place here. John went to check out the boat and once they were gone Teresa hustled the girls out of the helicopter. They marveled at the house. It was so big, and so far from anywhere. John came up to the house after a little while. The boat he said was in good shape, and a bargain at what she had paid for it. “Kinda empty this place. It needs some furniture, and a slave’s touch.” He said. We’ll take care of that. “Mistress!!! “ came Emma’s voce from upstairs. Teresa came running up, with John not far behind. “Mistress, the keys!” Teresa picked up the necklace. It shortly adorned her neck shortly. “Good girl. “ John interrupted. “Teresa, have you seen the gallows?” “The what?” “You’re kidding right.You mean you bought this place and you didn’t know?” “Know what?” “Cmon, I’ll show you. It’s easier to do that than explain it.” He led the way downstairs, and into the basement of the big house. Teresa couldn’t help herself, she had to look in the room where she had been kept. She picked up the blanket that was still there, and smelled it.Lisa came up behind her and hugged her. “This is the room isn’t it.” Lisa nodded. “It’s over Mistress.” “I know. It’s just weird is all . I didn’t know if I would be killed or not, what would happen. I feel so awful Lisa, what I did to you. How did you ever handle it?” “The difference, Mistress, is I KNEW you didn’t have it in you to hurt me. Not seriously hurt me anyway. You are too descent. You can’t compare what happened to me to this.It’s not the same thing Mistress. Come on, lets get out of here.” “It’s okay. It’s just weird is all. I was so scared I this room but I couldn’t let myself be scared, I needed to keep my head.” “Are you two coming?” Asked John from the doorway.He was holding a stick with cloth wrapped around it.” “What’s that for?” “I couldn’t find a flashlight. But trust me you have to see this.” “I forgot to ask this, how do you know this island so well?” “I took care of it for the bank for the last three years. I’ve been coming here once a month since.” “Okay, lets see this.” He made through the basement around a corner to a big iron door. It looked so old it could tell tales of it’s own. John threw the heavy bolts and opened up the door. He then led the girls down a great stone hallway to an iron door like a cell door. He swung it open and All three girls’s gasped. It was strait out of a Vincent price horror film. “Isn’t it fantastic?” He said showing them this part of the dungeon and that.It looked like it was built yesterday yet with old world tools and skills. There were cells, and racks, and shackles, everything to make a Domme’s heart go pitter patter. “What is this doing out here?” “This was a prison at one time. The whole island is tunneled out like swiss cheese. This isn’t the only access spot but it’s the most obvious, most are hidden, and even I don’t know them all.The place is a maze, and half it is hidden. After the prison was shut down it was used for a little while during the second world war as a POW camp. Then it more or less stood empty for a number of years. A pro domme tried to buy it, she had ideas of making it a summer home, but couldn’t keep up with the payments. Then the bank had it..Some of the stuff you see is leftovers from the original prison,some is from the pro Domme. It’s stood empty for years, but there is no reason it shouldn’t clean up nicely. I had assumed this was why you bought the place, but, at least, it is a nice surprise.” “This is incredible.” “It is, isn’t it.” “John, how many people would you say are in the scene in town? “ “I don’t know…maybe a thousand?” “That many?” “It’s a big city. Our kink is getting less and less rare.” “So many cities. So many people. And yet we don’t have a place we can go, and be ourselves. To live as we would like.” “What do you have in mind?” “I’m not sure.I have to think.” “How big is this island?” “I dunno, 100 acres give or take.” “Mistress what are you thinking?” asked Lisa. “Something wonderful slave. Something I think you will enjoy very much. But it will take a lot of work, and a lot of planning.
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