Selina smiled as she reached to her breast and removed the clothespin that had adorned her nipple for the last 45 minutes. She reveled in the feeling as the blood returned to the tortured bit of flesh and send waves of pain through her tender little bit. She watched as the chat screen scrolled in front of her, waiting for the next command her online mistress might issue.
 “”Selina, I want you to do something for me. I want you to write an essay of  your feelings, why you want to be a submissive, what scares you, what makes you happy, what comforts you. How that clothespin made you feel. Why you want to be a slave. What your life is like and what you would like  it to be like. Until you do this for me, I won’t play with you again. I want complete truthfulness, I will know if it is made up.”
 “Mistress? “ typed Selina quizzically. It seemed an odd request from an online play partner.
 “No less than five full pages Selina. I want to know why you would want to be my slave. Perhaps, if it is good enough I shall whisk you away to a private island and keep you there forever. Now go, you have work to do slave. And slave, do not touch your sex until next we talk”
 “Selina grinned. It was such obvious bullshit. She wondered why she even bothered with cyber play, she usually got nothing from it. This woman had been somehow different though.  A private island? Who did she think she was kidding. Still it was fun to make believe for a little while. She’d write the essay, it might be fun. She logged off the chat program.
 She fought the urge to reach down and play with herself, though it was difficult she was turned on, and it had been some time since she had allowed herself that release. Besides her parents would be home soon. They had gone out to a party for the retirement of a friend, leaving Selina to fend for herself. 
 Selina still lived with her folks so she could finish school. She longed to finish and have an income of her own, maybe in a big city where she could explore herself better than she could in the small town she was from . She could never do the things she wanted to do here, word of such things traveled fast. Everyone knew everybody else’s business. She would just die if her folks found out what she was really like.
 She started to write at least ten times. She didn’t know what to say, it was the hardest thing she ever had to do. She started and stopped, then started anew.How could she tell the things that most excited her when she couldn’t even admit some of them to herself?
 Slowly it came together, and she found herself admitting some of her deepest fantasies of abduction, of being forced to serve a mistress who she could not escape, who owned her completely and would do with her as she felt like. She was even harder on herself in her fantasies than she knew she ever wanted to be in real life. Things that simply were unreasonable or impossible in real life were integral parts of her fantasies. She knew  they were made more so by the state she was in, she was turned on, and was getting more so by this exercise.
 Then a very strange thing happened. The word processor started to type , all by itself.
 That’s enough for tonight slave. I get the idea. I am going to send for you. Go to bed it’s getting late there and you have school in the morning , I want you to do everything you normally do. You may play with yourself, but you must think of me as you do. Think of the day I will own your body as much as I already own your mind.
 Selina stared unbelieving as the words appeared by themselves on the screen. She stared at the screen fixated, scared to touch the keyboard or mouse which seem possessed of their own will. She was so scared she was shaking. This wasn’t possible.
  She reached for the keyboard and wrote a few words tentatively.
 “Who is this”
 “It’s your mistress slave. Do you agree?”
 “How do you do this?”
 “It doesn’t matter. I know everything about you Selina. I know your real name too, but I like Selina, it suits you . Do you agree to be my slave more fully and live out what you dream of?”
 “Yes.” She said, scared and not fully appreciating what she had just agreed to, or how it was even possible that someone could see what she was typing.
 “Turn the computer off now slave. Go to bed immediately. From now on you will follow my directions precisely without exception or you will be punished. Go. No need to save the file, I already have it.”
 Selina turned off the computer. She was still shaking, not believing what had just happened. She had been hacked she thought. She wished she knew more about how the computer worked. How would she ever explain to anyone that someone seemed to have control of her, and her computer, but she didn’t know how? It was spooky, but exciting at the same time. She looked at the clock. It was 3 am. Damn, she would be tired for school tomorrow.
 She snuggled into her bed. As she pulled the sheets over she brushed a still somewhat sensitive nipple and the little bit of discomfort excited her. She reached down to herself and felt the wetness that was there. She played with herself quietly under the sheets while she dreamed of a mistress that controlled her, owned her , and would take her away from her life to be her slave. It was a powerful fantasy, even if it was only a fantasy. Afterwards she drifted quietly to sleep with that same empty feeling in her mind.

 Selina woke up, too early, to the sound of the alarm. She wanted to roll over and go back to sleep, but she needed to go to school, she cursed herself for staying up so late. She showered, ate some cereal and was off to her college. Mom and Dad had been home early, and left early..
 Her classes were boring .They couldn’t compete with the thoughts in her mind of a powerful mistress who owned her. It was an incredible feeling. Even if it wasn’t real. She had trouble concentrating .Slowly the day passed and she was thankful when classes were finally over.
 She got home to find a surprise, a parcel on the doorstep. She picked it up and found it was addressed to her. She wasn’t expecting anything, and there was no return address She shook it but there was no clue as to  it’s contents. She took it inside and up to her room to open it. Inside was a second box, and a note. She picked up the note and read it, and a chill ran down her back.
 “Slave, Do not open the second box until I see you. Log onto chat and come to room #mymistress. I will join you and then you may open it. I will know if you open the box before and will be displeased. Don’t keep me waiting.”
 What the hell? She thought. Okay this was getting too intense. Hacking a PC , now this person had sent something to her real address? She wondered what it was. She thought maybe this was going too far, getting too close to home. Still she couldn’t help herself as she turned on the computer and logged onto chat.
 “Hello Slave.” Came the greeting as she logged into the room.
 “How do you know so much about me?” She asked.
 “Open my gift.”
 “Answer my question please? This is scary.”
 “Do you wish to stop?”
 “No. Please . It’s just that, well this is a little weird.”
 “Open my gift.”
 Selina opened the packaging, and then pulled on the lid of the box. There was a loud pop and then a puff of white cloud all around her, she pulled back surprised and felt a burning in her throat and lungs . She realized she had inhaled whatever it was. She was dizzy, awake and aware, but she seemed to be losing control of herself, she couldn’t move her arms, she was slumping in the chair unable to help herself. She could look around, completely awake but not able to do anything. What the hell? She was aware that someone was with her. Behind her, she could see the shadow, but was unable to turn to look and could see no more. She tried to move her body but it was denied her. Then some hands were there, putting something over her eyes. Her last sense had been taken from her, she felt what was probably a hood being buckled around her head. She wanted to speak, but even her tongue lacked control and all she could manage was a gurgle. Soon even this was taken away as something was put into her mouth and inflated. She was gagged. She felt herself lifted off the chair and placed on the floor. Cold metal was on her wrists, and then her ankles, and then they were drawn to each other and secured somehow. .She was effectively hogtied, blindfolded and gagged. Hands picked her up and carried her, gently setting her down on the cold floor of the downstairs hallway. Whoever it was left for a minute, out the front door. Selina tried to struggle, but couldn’t even pull against the cold steel that held her perfectly.
 A moment later she was in the back of a vehicle of some kind, probably a truck or van as she was sure she wasn’t in a trunk but she wasn’t set on a seat either, she was laying on carpeting. She wasn’t sure how long they drove, maybe an hour .She was unable to do, or see anything. She was regaining some control over her muscles, for what it was worth. She was securely bound . When the vehicle stopped. She was lifted out again this time she was being put into something cold and metal. 
 “Any trouble Kirsten? “ 
 “None, it was just as Mistress said it would be.”
 “Excellent, Mistress will be pleased. You placed the fake clues?”
 “Yes. They will never find her, or even think to look for her.”
 “Good, we’ll be off then. Start the engines.”
 Someone walked away and then Selina felt the blindfold part of the hood being removed. She blinked and  got the first look at her captors. A girl with long blond hair pulled into a long ponytail was in front of her. She was dressed in a black latex outfit like a catsuit. Selena had seen similar outfits on fetish models on the internet. . She was amazed and a little bit jealous of how well the girl filled out the outfit..
 “I think it’s time to get you ready don’t you think Selena? Mistress would be most unpleased with me if you weren’t fully prepared for her when you arrive. She took a pair of scissors and started towards Selena’s body with them, and Selena instinctively tried to pull away, wriggling her body on the cold surface.
 “Uh -uh, none of that. Now there are two ways we can do this Selena, the easy way or the hard way. I’m offering you the easy way.”
 She approached again with the scissors and Selena shook her head, her eyes wide trying again to wriggle away.
 “The hard way it is.”
 The girl stood up then a moment later Selena felt something being attached to the steel restraints on her ankles and wrists. Then she heard clicking and felt herself being lifted from the ground by her limbs. She now could not move at all as she hovered a few inches off the floor of the cabin, in what she now thought was perhaps a boat. The blonde girl proceeded to cut the clothes off her body, first the shirt she had since she was a teen, then the jeans she had been wearing. Soon Selena was in her underwear, but she shortly understood that not even that would be spared. The  blond haired girl sat on the floor underneath her and looked her in the eye , almost innocently as she cut the straps of her bra.
 “Such little titties, Mistress will have fun torturing them.” She said as she pinched Selena’s nipple lightly.
 Then she cut away Selena’s favorite black panties, the pieces falling to the floor and leaving her sex exposed to whatever someone might want to do to it. The girl ran a handover her pubes gently.
 “This will never do dear. Mistress insists all her slaves must be shaved. Since you are all tied up I’ll have to do it. “
 She carefully took the scissors and trimmed away the hair around Selena’s sex. The dark curls fell to the floor of the cabin  in little clumps. Then she left the cabin, returning a few minutes later with a bowl of water and some cream. Selena felt it go on cool then slowly start to tingle and burn .Her sex felt as if it was on fire, and she wriggled in the chains to no avail. She mewed behind the gag but the girl seemed to pay her no heed., instead making herself comfortable on a nearby bunk to watch as Selena felt her sex tortured. After some time of this the girl seemed to bore, then finally she took a washcloth and dipped it into the bowl. She carefully wiped away the cream from her sex, and Selena could see globs of half melted hair in the cloth as she rinsed it. She cleaned up a little afterwards with a strait razor to get any bits that had been missed, finally running her fingers over Selena’s .sex and ensuring it was smooth, and bare. Selena felt as if the girl had just used her in the most intimate way possible. The girl adjusted something and she felt herself lowering once again to the floor, and her shoulders were thankful for the rest. Then the girl rolled over a steel cage and lifted Selena in with some difficulty. Selena was locked inside of the cage and a padlock was added around the hood to prevent it’s removal. Then the steel which had held her wrists and ankles captive for so long were removed and for the first time in hours Selena was able to have some limited control of her movements.
 She sat in the cage, and felt with her fingers the heavy leather hood which was over her head. Though her eyes were able to see she still couldn’t talk. She clawed at it to no avail and looked in dismay at the beautiful girl who stood before her.
 “The hood?”
 Selena nodded.
 “Sorry Selena mistress’s orders are that it should stay on until she is ready for it to come off. Selena curled her fingers around the heavy steel bars that kept her caged.
 “Are you thirsty?”
 Selena realized that she was. She nodded, unable to answer any other way. The girl left the cabin, returning a moment later with a glass of water and a straw. She put sort of a rubber stopper  over the end of the straw and reached inside the cage and handed it to Selena who looked at her quizzically.
 “Put it up to the gag, you’ll find a breathing hole. Then just suck on it like you would any other straw. Don’t leave it there too long you won’t be able to breath with the stopper in the hole.”
 It took Selena a minute to get the hang of it but soon she was able to take a few sips. The water was good her mouth had been getting dry.
 “I’ve some things to attend to. Another hour and we shall be at the island. Are you cold?”
 Selena nodded that she was and the girl turned a dial on the wall starting a heater in the wall. Selena had hoped for a blanket but supposed that clothing or anything to cover up was to be denied her.
 The girl left Selena alone in the cabin. Selena tested the door of the cage, which of course was securely locked. She tried to kick at it but it accomplished nothing. She wanted that hood off but it was just not removable, she tried clawing it but couldn’t loosen it, the locks held it securely. She looked at her naked body. Had she really been naked before another woman? What the hell was she doing here? She was supposed to be at home, probably studying instead she was caged like an animal and under the control of a woman who she didn’t know, shaved and naked. She wondered what would become of her. She was in a boat, this much she knew from the sound of the engine and motion. It could be a motor home but she didn’t think so, no definitely a boat, after all they had said island. 
 After a while the blonde girl came back to check on her, every five to ten minutes or so she would peek her head in the door. She was beautiful Selena thought. Large breasted and thin , soft features , more feminine than Selena who herself had always fostered a tomboy sort of look.
 She heard the engines stop, then the blond girl came in accompanied by four other  girls who were dressed oddly. Each had a bit gag in their mouths,  and each wore a shining steel shield across their sex and breasts, and shining solid steel manacles on their wrists and ankles, matching the steel collars on their necks. Under the blond girl’s instruction they pulled metal handles out of the sides of the cage and lifted it in unison, out the door of the cabin and onto the deck then over onto the dock and a waiting cart. The blond girl attached each of their wrist cuffs to a wooden bar at the front of the cart as each girl waited patiently their turn to be affixed to it. Selena watched from the cage transfixed, her own nakedness in the open air not even a factor in her thoughts. The blonde girl got into a seat at the front of the cart and picked up a long slender whip, of the sort that would have been seen years ago to be used on cart ponies. She flicked it lightly on the exposed rear end of each of the four girls and instantly their legs started to go strait up and down, not quite walking yet but more marching in place. The girl waited until each of them had their legs in motion and had evened out until they stepped in unison before flicking the whip once more across their thighs. They began to move, their legs pumping high in perfect unison as the cart was pulled behind them up a dirt track road in the dusk light. The girls pulled the cart up the track in their tender bare feet but it didn’t seem to bother them in the slightest. 
 Suddenly Selena was aware of her own nakedness but she was powerless to do anything about it. The cart pulled before a magnificent house, built entirely of stone  raising three to four stories above the ground level. It stood like a great castle in a far off world. Selena could not believe her eyes, it was strait out of a fairy tale. The blonde haired girl unhooked the four girls who had led the cart who then carried the cage that contained her up the big stone steps and into the great hall of the house. They were visibly panting a bit.. Selena thought she had never seen such a  magnificent place in all her life. The heavy steel cage was in dark contrast to the white marble floors of the house. 
 As they entered a girl in a latex French maids outfit came running down a big double staircase. 
 “LISA! You’re home!”
 She ran into the blonde girl’s arms and the blond girl hugged her, then just as suddenly grabbed her by the hair and forced her to the floor causing the girl to gasp.  
 “Have you been an obedient slave Emma?”
 “I’ve had little choice mistress.” Answered the brunette girl.
 “I suppose you haven’t have you.” grinned Lisa as she took a chain from under her the cat suit. A key was hung from it.
 “I’ve missed you mistress. Where is Kirsten?”
 “She’s putting the boat to dock, getting it ready to stay a while. She’ll be up in a little bit. Be a dear and see to it the ponies go fetch her then they can go polish the cart. Kirsten may have the use of any one or all of them tonight .Then I want you to prepare yourself in my room slut, it’s been too long since I’ve felt your pretty tongue.”
 She slapped the brunette on the butt hard causing her to squeal, then smile a little. Lisa headed off then returned a few minutes later with some heavy shackles She fed them through the bars of the cage  and fastened them to Selena’s wrists and ankles, and also a steel collar to her neck Finally she clipped a lead to the collar before opening the cage.
 “Out slave.”
 Selena was happy to comply, it had been cramped in the cage and she had been there several hours . She was also aware that she needed to use the bathroom. Lisa must have read her mind because she led her to a small bathroom, and locked the chain lead to a ring in the wall before leaving her to her privacy for a couple of minutes. When Selena had finished Lisa returned and unlocked the chain lead, then led her up the great staircase and through a passageway to a big door. Lisa knocked heavily on the door and had Selena kneel on the floor , then, oddly enough knelt herself. Several minutes passed, and Selena wondered why she didn’t knock again, then suddenly the door opened and before them stood a beautiful woman in a long black latex full length dress that hugged her curves tightly. She was incredibly tall thought Selena, then as a she heard a click on the floor she realized it was that she was wearing heels . 
 “Enter.” She said as she walked away from the door to reveal a beautifully appointed room with elegant Victorian style furniture and a four poster bed. She seated herself on a long couch almost casually as Lisa led Selena into the middle of the room then attached the chain to her lead to a ring set in the floor.
 “Any problems? “
 “Kirsten reports none Mistress. She has been obedient, though I think a little confused. “
 “And she has not been allowed to speak?”
 “No mistress. Nor is she aware of where she is, as per your instructions Mistress.”
 “Excellent. Thank you. See to it Kirsten is rewarded .”
 “I have already Mistress.”
 “Excellent, then you are excused. Be well slut.”
 Lisa left the room, giving the mistress a set of keys. The Mistress approached and unlocked the shackles on her wrists, then fed them through the ring on the floor and reattached them. Selena’s breasts were forced forward by her chained arms behind her. 
 “I’m going to remove the hood so you may be more comfortable but if you speak you will regret it.”
 She unbuckled the hood after unlocking it  and Selena felt the cool air of the room on her now matted hair. She felt dirty before this pristine and beautiful woman.
 “Who are you?”
 The mistress walked over to a drawer and took something made from wood from it. She approached Selena and grabbed her nose pinching it. Selena instinctively tried to pull away and opened her mouth to breath, and in a second the Mistress had grabbed her tongue and was tightening two pieced of wood over it with two thumbscrews at the end. It bit into her tongue with even pressure and was wide enough her tongue was prevented from  being pulled back into her mouth.
 “I warned you about speaking without permission slave. It appears it is a lesson you will have to learn for yourself. I’ll go lightly but be warned, I am easily displeased. When I want you to use your tongue for something I will let you know, until then shut up, unless you want me to see what other parts of your body I can clamp.”
 With that she lay down on the couch and picked up a book. She paid no attention at all to Selena and instead flipped through the pages of a romance novel. Selena felt sorry for displeasing her. She wondered why she had spoken when she knew she was not allowed. She supposed she was seeing how far she could push. Apparently not very far. Her tongue ached and it became increasingly difficult to keep her tongue out, she kept instinctively trying to draw it back into her mouth, but each time it pulled against her painfully. Tears were on her face, she had never been treated like this ever.
 After a half hour or so the mistress stood up and walked to a adjoining room and closed the door. Selena had hoped that she would remove the painful clamp but she didn’t instead going to that other room. A few minutes later she returned, this time she had stripped the heels and dress, and chanced into a red latex halter top and panties. She approached where Selena  knelt on the floor .
 “Learned your lesson?”
 Selena nodded enthusiastically.
 “Good. When I wish you to know something I will tell you, you won’t have to ask. Now silence slave.” 
 She flicked the thumbscrews and the two pieces of wood were suddenly released. Selena choked back a squeal and pulled her tongue back into her mouth as the blood suddenly and painfully returned to her tongue. 
 “Excellent. I told you I would send for you didn’t I? Now you are all mine . It’s been a long time since I trained a personal slave. I’ve been watching you for some time you know. You may fight it, but I know enough to know this what you really want. Well now you have it . Don’t worry about your folks, there are enough clues including a letter from you telling of the great job you suddenly got. You’ll call them in a month or so to tell them how well you are doing and how happy you are, oh and of course a weekly letter has already been arranged. So you see dear you won’t be missed . In the meantime I have that fabulous body to enjoy.”
 She undid the shackles and once again and fastened them in front, and unchained the collar from the ring, then stood Selena up and hooked the shackles to a chain hanging from above. Selena’s wrists started to rise pulled up by the chain which was receding to the high ceiling but stopped short  of  pulling her off the ground. She could stand flat footed with some difficulty  but  it put pressure on her arms.
 “Scared?”
 Selena nodded.
 “Good, you should be. You don’t know anything about me, I could be a murderer for all you know. I on the other hand, know an awful lot about you. Your innermost desires and fears. Have you ever been flogged Selena?”
 Selena shook her head.
 “Another night then. I want you to have some time to get used to your surroundings first. “
 As she said this she kissed Selena’s neck gently, causing her to squirm a bit in the chains. It was the first time a woman had ever touched her intimately. Her breath quickened  as her body betrayed her mind.
 Mistress stood back and walked around Selena running her hand over various parts of her body. Selena twisted in the chains trying to see where her mistress was and Mistress found this amusing.
 “Good Good slave, you should be keeping track of me. I own you. “ She smacked Selena hard across the buttocks, then ran her finger over the spot. Then she smacked the other cheek, in exactly the same spot. Selena closed her eyes. Suddenly mistress’s hang grasped Selena’s nipple and twisted it hard.
 “Uh -uh, eyes open slave. I want you to see me as I do what  I please with you.”
 Selena whimpered a little and mistress let go of the nipple.
 “Oh stop your whining . I haven’t begun to hurt you yet. “
 She stood back and took off the latex halter , letting her breasts hang free. But instead of tossing it aside she approached Selena with it. She held it flat over her face completely covering her nodes and mouth, then held it tightly behind her head. Selena realized she couldn’t breath. She tried to pull away from it but couldn’t, mistress held it tightly. She fought for breath that wouldn’t come , Mistress grinning as the very thing that Selena needed to survive was being denied her. She struggled in the chains, but still the thick latex was there preventing air from reaching her lips. Mistress seemed to get some rush from her struggles and held it even  tighter against her. Selena struggled, then she knew she was in trouble, she could see it in her eyes that she wasn’t going to stop, and the words went through her mind that mistress had spoken, I might be a murderer for all you know.This was it then, here was where she died. Then just as suddenly as it had begun, the latex was gone and she was able to breath deep breaths again. Mistress put the halter back on over her breasts.
 “Well now that was fun. Perhaps I shall have to do that again sometime. “ she said just before she kissed Selena full on the mouth. “Mmm I love the taste of a healthy dose of fear.”
 Selena had all kinds of questions she wanted to ask, but this was denied her. She wanted to find out why, why her and how but it wasn’t forthcoming. She felt like a fraud in this world, like she didn’t really belong. But then she realized she really didn’t have any choice. She was here, and it didn’t look like they were in a big hurry to send her home.
  Mistress went to a cabinet and opened it, taking out a set of nipple clamps and a light flogger. Selena twisted in the chains to see her.
 “I lied, I think I will mark you tonight.” She said nonchalantly. Selena quivered a little at the casual way she said it, like it was the most ordinary thing in the world to be whipped for the first time. The mistress trailed the tails of the flogger over her front and back  and Selena moaned a little .
 “Oh I’m sorry slave, did you have an opinion on this?”
 Selena nodded.
 “Too bad. I own you, I’ll do what I want with you, your having an opinion matters not one bit. But I tell you what, just this once I’m going to give you permission to speak, you can plead not to be whipped, ask a question, express an opinion, ask me to make love to you, cry, whatever you want. Go ahead.”
 Selena looked at her. There were a million questions she wanted answers to, but she couldn’t think of one of them.
 “Mistress What’s your name?”
 Mistress stopped dead in her tracks. It was such a simple innocent question.
 “It’s Teresa slave. “
 “Why did you take me? Why me? “
 “I think I said one question, and you have used that. But to show you I’m a good sport I’ll answer that one too. I looked a long time Serena for someone who had certain qualities. Someone who wanted to be a slave more than anything in the world, but felt it unreachable, someone who needed to feel forced to enjoy being a slave. Who wanted to be pleasing more than anything in the world. Such a woman I could make my slave. No other fit the profile as specifically as you did. Now not another word, you may however moan or yell or scream as loud as you wish.”
 With that she streaked the soft flogger gently over Serena’s back, making her flinch but not really hurting her. She took a harder stroke, and one slightly harder, but she never quite reached the level of pain. As Serena’s skin got used to one sensation level, she pumped up the volume a little bit more. Serena was powerless to stop it and the leather strands landed on her back and buttocks. Twice she changed implements to something even harsher, but Serena never even noticed, to her it still felt like a very good massage. Every so once in a while  a strand would stray intentionally beyond the skin already marked and make her yelp a bit, but never too far into the pain zone. Then Mistress Teresa stood back to admire her handiwork. Serena realized she was panting quite heavily, and she also realized she was incredibly turned on. 
 “I think that’s  enough for tonight. Tomorrow your training begins  Serena. “
 She left her hanging there, after first clamping her nipples, and again went to change. When Serena next saw her she was wearing a simple nightshirt. She looked like any other woman Serena had ever seen, though she thought maybe a little more beautiful, for it was her who held the reigns of power. She flicked a switch and Serena’s arms began to lower . She unhooked the shackles from the hanging chain and grabbed onto Serena’s collar leading her beside the bed and down. Serena got the message and knelt on the floor. Then she reached forward and twisted the little clamps on Serena’s nipples just a bit, causing Serena to moan a bit in pain.
 “Are they sore? You may speak slave.”
 “Yes.”
 “Always address me as Mistress . I won’t warn you of this again Serena.
 “Yes Mistress.”
 “Better. Now have you ever pleased a woman Serena?”
 “No mistress”
 “Okay then . You shall you realize that?”
 “Yes Mistress.”
 “Does that scare you Serena?”
 “No mistress, I look forward to it.”
 “ Would you like the clamps off Serena?”
 “If you wish to take them off Mistress.”
 “Good answer. I tell you what. I want you to do your best to please me Serena. If you do a good enough job I’ll take the clamps off and you may share my bed. If you don’t do a good enough job I’ll show you what the cane feels like before I take them off and you can sleep on the floor. You may start.”
 Serena looked at her , not quite sure what to do. She was more nervous than she had been in all her life.
 “Something wrong Serena?”
 “Mistress I don’t know how.”
 “Serena what do you like.”
 “Mistress?”
 “Think of what you like to feel and do the same to me.”
 Serena started trying to kiss the Mistress’s feet.
 “I had something more intimate in mind Serena.” Said Teresa lying back on the big bed and spreading her legs. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and her pussy was exposed to Serena.
 “Yes mistress.” Said Serena climbing up on the bed with a  tinkle of chain. She approached, but just couldn’t bring her head between the woman’s head. “I’m sorry Mistress,  I just can’t.”
 Teresa reached forward and grabbed Serena by the hair, flipping the girl on the bed so she was on her back, then straddling her. She put Serena’s face to her pussy and pulled it deep.
 “Lick slave.”
 Serena did as instructed and stuck her tongue in.”
 “Not like that. Run your tongue lightly on the outer lips. Keep doing it till I tell you otherwise.”
 Serena did as instructed, having very little other choice. After a few minutes Teresa got up and laid back down on the bed as she had been before.
 “Now start again Serena.”
 Serena did as she was told, this time with no hesitation.
 “Serena, where is my clit?”
 “Mistress?”
 “When you masturbate…do you masturbate at the bottom of your cunt or at the top where your clit is?”
 “At the top mistress.”
 “Then what are you doing down there slave?”
 “Yes Mistress.” Said Serena before starting again. 
 “Good, much better, but not so deep , I want you to lightly tease the outside, don’t put that pretty tongue of yours inside until I say.”
 Serena tried again, alternating between light up and down strokes and circles with her tongue. In a little while it started to have an effect and Teresa was moaning lightly. A few minutes into it Serena’s tongue was getting tired, but she dared not stop, she would keep it up until she couldn’t speak if need be. Then Teresa pulled on the collar and the message was clear, go deeper, and she did. In a very little bit Teresa bucked her hips into Serena’s face, uttering a guttural moan, and Serena stopped.
 “Don’t you fucking dare stop. Get your tongue in there.”
 Serena did, until eventually Teresa pulled her off. She felt dirty.
 “That wasn’t bad for a beginner, but you have a lot to learn. If you hadn’t stopped when I came you might have even avoided the cane Serena. Tomorrow I will have Emma give you lessons. Tonight you sleep on the floor. Now get your butt off my bed, I want you bent over it at the foot.”
 Serena got off the bed, and took the position that Teresa had indicated. Teresa went to the cabinet and took out a long thin rod. Serena watched carefully as she stood some distance to the side of her.
 “Three strokes Serena, for not being pleasing. Now I want you to bring your feet forward so your butt sticks out.”
 “Mistress please don’t.”
 “Silence, four strokes, one for begging for mercy when you know there will be none. Want to try for five?”
 Serena was crying, but did as she was told. When the first cane stroke hit her she tried to leap up, lost her balance and landed flat on her butt. 
 “Back in position Serena.”
 Serena did , but she was crying. Teresa delivered the second stroke, then the third. This time she was expecting the intense pain , though she still wasn’t used to it. “One more “ she thought, but it seemed the most fearsome thought. Then it happened, and she fell to the floor and put her head between her knees and cried, oblivious to even  her mistress until Teresa grabbed her collar and had her stand up, quickly snapped off the nipple clamps causing her to cry more, and took her towards the door she had seen mistress go through before. Inside was a bathroom, and another slave, the one Selena had seen  in the French maid’s outfit earlier. She was naked now, except for a shining steel shield over her sex and a collar, and she was just putting the last bit of water in a tub.
 “Wash her, but don’t dress her wounds, I wish to do that personally. Then you may join Mistress Lisa in her bed after you have sent her back to me.”
 The girl took Selena’s collar and led her into the luke warm water. She didn’t object as she washed her, including her hair, and her sex, which made her a little uncomfortable. She had never had another woman besides her mother do that before. 
 Afterwards she dried Serena , being careful of her tender butt which she just patted lightly. She combed her hair and handed her  a tube and then brought her back to the Mistress’s bedroom, not waiting for  acknowledgement before disappearing out the door. Teresa was on the bed reading her book, and didn’t look up from it but simply spoke.
 “Kneel by the bed Selena”
 Selena did as she was told, and then a few moments later put down her book and patted the bed.
 “Lie on your front here sweety.” Selena was taken by her sudden change in mood, it seemed her mistress could be sweet one minute and violent the next.It made her nervous but she complied. Teresa took the tube and squeezed something from it onto her hand. She then spread it carefully over Selena’s butt and back, massaging it lightly with her hands. It soon became apparent to Selena that this wasn’t just to spread the sabve, but also meant to be somewhat erotic and she responded to her mistress’s touch, especially when the hands wandered between her legs to test her pussy , which was wet from the evening’s activities.
 “Unhappy slave?” 
 “No mistress, I’m not.”
 “I didn’t think so.”
 “Mistress what will become of me?”
 “You’re becoming a slave Selena. “
 Selena cried. Then Teresa bent over, kissed her on the neck softly and got up.
 “On the floor slave.”
 Selena complied and soon found her collar attached to a ring set in the floor by a short chain. The chain to her shackles had been attached to the collar, “to keep me from playing with myself” she thought out loud.
 “Yes slave. You’ll have pleasure when I allow it . Here’s a blanket. Goodnight.”
 The lights were lowered, but not quite off, just a dim glow from the recessed fixtures. Selena thought she was not all that uncomfortable on the floor of her mistress.Still she couldn’t sleep, though Teresa didn’t seem to have that problem, she was sound asleep on the pillow in minutes. Selena tossed with a rustle of chain for some time before finally nodding off.