During a week, Miss Sunway lived the same existence, without a single detail of difference brought by Dorothea von Berner. The continual discipline and the implacable authority of the beautiful governess weighed down upon poor Mabel like the hardest of laws. Gradually the girl felt her ultimate desire of resistance melt away and what bad once been her personality was getting erased in the fog of bondage. And how could it have been otherwise? The girl could not have any initiative whatsoever — the least of her gestures was imposed upon her as an order and every single derogation to it was punished cruelly.
Then, Mabel's body endured every minute the annihilating impression of its servitude. As soon, as a corset was untied, another, tighter then the first, was put on in its place. She took off her panties only to do twice a day and to receive the whip, then, immediately afterwards, her bottom was imprisoned in those awfully tight drawers which were imposed upon her. Her hands, nearly always tied, were untied only in order to make her accomplish a menial task. And her knees were sore with prostrating herself in front of Miss von Berner or Bridget.
As for the punishments, they rained hard upon her. She was often whipped, spanked or slapped.
She had fully realized that she had no other course left open than to submit and that any attempt to escape was impossible. So, she got resigned to her lot with absolute passivity, but, all the while, she was in deep sorrow. In the course of eight day, she had lost the habit of speaking without being asked a question or to do any gesture without being given an order. Only one thing mattered now for her — to serve and satisfy her mistress. Dorothea von Berner, by means of her beauty as wall as her energy, had captured entirely the soul of her slave. She had made of her a thing without a will of her own completely malleable and as obedient as a bitch. But that did not satisfy entirely the terrible governess: in spite of Mabel's passivity, she invented every day a new torture and a new way of reminding the girl of the discipline under which she was a prisoner.
She also watched with great care her slave's health. Thus, she had decreed that Mabel should take a purgative injection twice a week, and that was another occasion for humiliating the English girl.
Upon the governess's order, the girl was laid down on the bed all naked on her stomach and with her feet and hands tied to the legs of the bed. Then Bridget arrived and prepared Mabel to receive her injection: she dipped her forefinger into a pot of vaseline, went up to her victim, drew apart her buttocks in a brisk gesture before plunging her finger; into the hole. In spite of the fact that her most intimate parts were continually handled by her torturers, Mabel always felt awful when her naked buttocks were offered to the sight and sarcasm of her mistresses. Brutally, Bridget plunged for finger smeared with vaseline down the girl's orifice, She left the finger inside, moving it around and plunging it as deeply as she could, and torturing the girl in this way as arrived.
For the governess reserved herself the pleasure much as she could until Dorothea von Berner first injection, of normal size and shape, but, of introducing the nozzle. This had been, for the gradually, after each injection, the mistress used a bigger one.
"Your behind must become more accessible," she said laughing to the frightened slave. "I want to be able to drive into it with the greatest of ease any object I wish."
Now the nozzle was the size of a candle and, driven inside for a good length, it distended painfully Mabel's inner flesh, penetrated her, raped her, as it were.
Naturally, the poor slave was not allowed to scream or even to moan during the whole operation. She submitted to her torture stoically, with her lips sealed on her pain and shame.
Four pints of hot water mixed with glycerine were then introduced into the so-called patient's body. This very hot liquid penetrated into the girl's bowels, causing her exquisite sufferings. Then, as if reluctantly, Dorothea took off the nozzle.
"And now, the cork!" the governess ordered.
That was another refinement of cruelty. Into the intimate orifice of the heiress, Bridget drove as far as she could a big cork, in order to prevent the girl from having any relief until the prescribed time. Over the cork, Mabel had to put on one of those pairs of hermetical rubber drawers atrociously tight and crushing her bruised buttocks.
Then she had to get up, get dressed and do her work as if nothing had happened. She felt an awful stomach-ache, but it was only two or three hours later that she was led to the toilet. In the presence of her two torturers she had to uncork herself with the greatest difficulty and to let go at last, under the laugh and jokes of the governess and chambermaid.
It can be easily appreciated that this injection was for the girl a cruel and humiliating experience.
But it was but one episode out of her existence of a re-educated heiress, since her life was but a tissue of humiliations and cruelties.
When Dorothea von Berner deemed that her slave had reached a degree of degradation and submission that was suitable, she bade the slave to appear before her presence and told her:
"I hope that within yourself there is no velocity of resistance or pride left and that your re-education in beginning to have the desired results? Answer!"
"Oh, you're right. Mistress," the girl muttered. "I am submissive and obedient to your orders, I am your slave."
She was on her knees and kept her downcast eyes on her mistress's tiny feet.
"Very well," Dorothea went on. "It seems to me that now you have reached a suitable degree of submissive-ness and that I can modify your time-table. Oh, don't feel glad about it! you will continue to be kept in discipline and your stays will be more and more tight, and your will keep the same diet. But I have thought that now you can also act as my chambermaid, or rather 'chamber slave'. It don't like being served by an ordinary maid. What I want is a humiliated and trembling girl whom I can order about as I please and whom I can whip when the work hasn't been done to my satisfaction, and that, you can understand, cannot be demanded from a free woman — only from a slave. As you are a slave, you will be my maid. You will dress and undress me, you will wait upon me at table and you will follow me around always like a dog, understand?"
Brutally, she seized Mabel by the ears. "Go ahead, tell me that you will be happy to be my chamber slave and that it's an honour for you! Say it!"
"Oh, yes, Mistress, I shall be very happy about it and it will be an honour for me to be your chamber slave," Mabel repeated docilely, red with shame.
"That's fine. Your service will begin tomorrow morning."
Indeed, on the following day, after Bridget had supervised the slave's washing and dressing, the chambermaid obliged Mabel to put on a pretty lace apron and, on her head, a charming maid's-cap which suited her blonde complexion to perfection.
At nine o'clock, Mabel entered her governess's room, bearing the breakfast tray. According to the orders she had received she knelt down in front of the bed and respectfully waited till the beautiful Dorothea awoke.
Then she had to be used a table, holding the tray at arms' length for her mistress to eat out of. "Your functions of chambermaid don't exempt you from the inspection of jour underclothes," her mistress said. "Stand up and show them to me!"
Mabel lifted up her skirt and silk underskirt with both hands, showing her varnished strap well adjusted between her thighs and her stomach impeccably moulded in a pretty pair of pale green silk panties fixed to her stays with forty mother-of-pearl buttons.
"Have you been punished this morning?" asked Dorothea.
"Yes, Mistress, while Her Ladyship was taking off my night-sack I made a false move and slightly tore the material of the sack. Her Ladyship then gave me ten lashes with a horsewhip on my bare bottom and I thanked her humbly."
"She did well to punish you," the governess said severely, "and what corset did she put on you to-day? A tighter one than yesterday, I hope?"
"Yes, Mistress. A black varnished leather corset measuring thirteen inches round the waist."
"Hare you got the impression that it makes your bottom stand out?"
"Oh, yes, Mistress! When my corset is drawn tight as Mistress desires, my bottom is much bigger."
The beautiful Dorothea listened to those confessions with a kind of sadistic joy.
"Turn round!" she ordered.
The girl obeyed and presented her enormous bottom insolently offered to her mistress's sight thanks to the tight corseting. With her lorgnette the governess inspected at length the buttocks.
"Your panties make a fold on the left buttock! Smooth it out by pulling the material between your buttocks!.. But, my word, you haven't buttoned yourself well! So you don't know yet how to put on your panties as you should! You deserve to be whipped!"
Taking hold of her horsewhip she gave two violent lashes on the legs of her slave.
"Go on, now, to work! You're going to bath me! Carry me to the bath-room!"
Mabel tried to obey but her mistress was too heavy for her adolescent arms. She had to give up, to Miss von Berner's great spite. She then thought up the idea of putting Mabel on all fours, then she sat on top of her and obliged the poor slave to carry her on horseback all the way to the bathroom, stimulating her with violent strokes of her heels.
The governess's bath was a delicate operation. Never before had Dorothea appeared naked before Mabel. The girl was awed with admiration in front of the magnificent body, so feminine in its plenitude, with supple limbs, fleshy buttocks and big proud breasts. The governess was so beautiful that the slave's hands trembled as she lathered, rinsed and dried her. Of course, Miss Sunway was also beautiful but she had lost in her bondage the feeling of her own beauty and charm, whereas the body of her mistress fascinated her.
Dorothea was aware of the power her body exerted on Mabel.
"So you find my body beautiful, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, Mistress."
"I don't want you to have any other god than my body," the proud creature went on. "You are at my service and you must humiliate yourself constantly before me. Now, lie down on your back, I'm going to wipe my bare feet on your face."
The slave obeyed and Dorothea rubbed for a long time her dainty feet on Mabel's face; the red-nailed toes curled on Mabel's month, marking them with a victorious smudge.
Then the heiress had to do the manicure of her mistress, paring and polishing with care the nails of her fingers and toes. Meanwhile her mistress was indolently reclining, nonchalantly smoking cigarettes or dipping into a box of chocolates. Prom time to time Mabel cast a furtive glance at this wide open box which was tantalizing her.
"Do you like chocolates?" Dorothea asked.
"Yes, Mistress!"
The woman took the box and put in insolently under Mabel's nose, moving it back and forth, making her smell them.
"Look how fine they are! What a pity those are not chocolates for a slave!"
She put the box down and brutally slapped Mabel's face.
"Pay attention to your work, you bitch, you're hurting me!"
When the slave had finished her task, her mistress spat out on the tiled floor of the bathroom the half-chewed chocolate that was in her mouth.
"Here," she said, "I allow you to finish it, but pick it up without the help of your hands!"
Mabel knew quite well that if she refused she would be whipped furiously so she had to do as she had been told, picking up the chocolate sweet between her teeth like a dog. She did so with infinite precautions, for fear of tearing the taut material of her panties.
Then, standing behind her mistress's dressing-table she had to help her with her make-up. Then she helped her put her clothes on, doing nearly all the work, and taking great care with the precious silk garments.
When at last Dorothea was ready, she suddenly changed her mind.
"I'd forgotten I wanted to have a swim in the pool this morning. Take off my clothes, quick!"
Unable to refuse the order, the girl obeyed. She helped her mistress don a ravishing and bold swimming-suit, all white and opening at the side, fixed with satin ribbons.
A quarter of an hour later Mabel, held on a leash, was following her mistress in the park, carrying Dorothea's bath-wrap, parasol and bag.
In Lord Kelingson's park there was a large marble swimming-pool in the centre of a lawn, but Mabel had never swum in it. Miss von Berner had decided that this swimming-pool should be reserved for her exclusively.
The mistress went on the diving-board and dived gracefully into the azure water. What a temptation for poor Mabel! She just loved swimming and was excellent at it, and the weather was hot, yet she had to resign herself to standing motionless, corseted and wearing maid's apparel, while her governess was enjoying this morning-bath.
When her mistress got out of the water, she pushed away her slave who wanted to dry her in the bath-wrap.
"Not yet, I want to dry myself in the sun, but there's no chair, that's annoying, I can't sit in the grass with my fine bathing-suit on!"
She had a sudden inspiration. She turned to Mabel and said:
"By the way, a slave can very well serve as a deck-chair. Go on, lie down full length on your back!"
Mabel having obeyed, Dorothea first sat down on the girl's stomach, then stretched herself all along Mabel's body. Her wet body crushed that of the slave whose clothes were rapidly soaked. But the governess did not care at all for that. Voluptuously lying, with her eyes closed, she was smoking cigarettes and making herself as heavy as possible. Mabel, motionless, was stifling under the weight of her mistress's body, whose warm round buttocks were bruising her stomach, pressing, as they were, the bones of her stays against the skin. Dorothea had even let her hair fall on Mabel's face and her black perfumed hair was getting into Mabel's month and tickling her eyes and nostrils.
For a full hour the girl was thus transformed into a human seat for her mistress. Then, at last, Dorothea got up.
"I'll do without you to get dressed," she said, "you're too wet for that. Go to Bridget now and ask her to change your dress and underclothes. Then you will wait upon me at table!"
It was done according to Miss von Berner's orders. Mabel, freshly clothed and made up, served her mistress's lunch and stood behind her chair for the whole length of the meal. Only later did she take her own lunch and then came back to serve Dorothea. The latter tied her up on a chair and gave her a few things to sew. That work lasted two hours. Then Bridget came to untie the slave whom Dorothea wanted to see. "I'm going for a walk in the park," Dorothea declared, "you're going to follow me and serve me as a seat when I decide to have a rest, and generally be at my disposal when. I need you. But I see you haven't had your hands tied today. I'm going to remedy it so that you remember that you aren't a free woman."
She took out of a cupboard a pair of silver handcuffs and imprisoned the slave's wrists in them. The click of the cold metal and its contact against her skin were new sensational for Mabel who so far had always had her hands tied by cords.
In the paths of the park the girl walked slowly behind her mistress:. The latter only turned round two or three times. The rest of the time she walked proudly and silently and Mabel instinctively followed with her eyes the swinging to and fro of her mistress's buttocks under the thin dress she was wearing.
Suddenly, at the corner of a little hunting box, a small mouse scurried out of a cranny and ended up at Mabel's feet. The girl uttered a scream of fright. She had always had a fear and aversion for mice and rats.
The governess had turned round quickly and saw what had caused her pupil's fright.
"Who allowed you to scream?" she asked harshly.
"I'm sorry, Mistress, I was so afraid!"
A slap on her cheek interrupted her. "So, now you're afraid of mice? Do you think you're a lady to be so delicate? I'll teach you not to be afraid of such harmless creatures. Follow me to the castle!"
She quickened her step and Mabel followed, anxiously wondering what was to befall her.
In front of the facade of the castle, Miss von Berner called Bridget who appeared at once.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"My dear Bridget, just imagine; Mabel took the liberty of screaming at the sight of a harmless little mouse with had come near her legs. I'm going to punish you for her fright. There are mousetraps in the cellar, isn't that right?"
"Yen, ma'am."
"Go and take two of them and bring them here — the ones containing the largest mice. Also bring me one of Mabel's pairs of panties, but not a tight one. Or rather, take a pair of linen drawers, the ones with a wide bottom, which I intended one day to stuff with nettles for a punishment. And also bring a few cords!"
"All right, ma'am."
Mabel had become pale with apprehension. She was afraid to have guessed the horrible torture Dorothea had in store for her.
When Bridget came back with the requested objects the governess came up to her slave and, without untying her hands, she lifted up her skirts, unbuckled her strap, unbuttoned the silk panties Mabel was wearing, and took them of entirely. The naked buttocks of the girl covered themselves up with goose-pimples at the contact of the air. Dorothea then put on Mabel a wide pair of linen drawers, very strong and coarse, but whose legs were supplied with elastic bands which were drawn tight against the girl's thighs. Miss von Berner buttoned on the drawers but left an opening behind.
Mabel was beginning to tremble. She tried to soften up Dorothea with endearing glances but she knew it was useless.
Then the governess took Mabel at the foot of a tree the branches of which were pretty low. She made the slave lift up her manacled hands above her head and fixed them to a branch with a solid cord.
"Bridget, give me the mouse-traps!" Dorothea ordered.
Mabel's face became convulsed. "Mistress," she moaned, "no, not that, please!"
"Silence, slave! I do what I please and you have nothing to say!"
The sadistic young woman then drew apart the opening of the panties and put the month of the mouse-trap against it, letting the mice drop down the hole one after the other. The girl's howls pleased the who women enormously. Dorothea carefully buttoned up the opening of Mabel's panties so that no exit was left for the imprisoned mice — neither upwards, since the drawers were buttoned on to the corset, nor down, since the legs were drawn tight with elastics. Mabel so howled with fright that Dorothea had to slap her face to make her be silent.
"These two mice are going to stay in your panties for two hours, until dinner time," she announced, "that will teach you to be less afraid of them from now on! Come, Bridget, we shall come back in an hour to see how Mabel is faring."
The two women walked away. Trembling and pale with fright, the girl remained alone, tied to the tree by her uplifted manacled wrists. In the bottom of her drawers she felt an awful bustle. The mice, frightened and half stifling, were desperately seeking an exit which they never found. They clung and clawed with their small legs and now climbed along Mabel's abdomen, now along her buttocks. Then they fell back to the bottom of her panties and that was more awful still for the girl felt them on her femininity or in the narrow valley of her anus. She whined, screamed and fidgeted frenetically as if she were having a fit of St Vitus's dance. But her movements had the opposite effect and only served to frighten and excite still more the poor animals. The mice, in their frantic efforts, even tried to gnaw through the coarse material of the panties but to was too strong for their efforts.
One hour later, Dorothea and Bridget came back to see their victim and were very much amused at the sight of her movements and frightened mimics. Then, weary of the spectacle, they walked back to the castle.
What a terrible torture! Mabel did not manage to calm herself. For two terribly long hours she had to endure the awful scratching of the imprisoned creatures. Her nerves were beginning to be at the and of their resistance. She was pale and shaken with shudders. Then the bell announcing that dinner was ready chimed and Bridget came to release Mabel, She took of her panties, killed the mice which wanted to escape, then took her to the governess. The latter, comfortably sitting in the drawing-room, was sipping a glass of port wine. Mabel went down on her knees.
"Well, Mabel," Dorothea said, mocking, "you will no longer be afraid of mice, will you?"
"Oh, no, Mistress, I promise you."
"Apologize for having been afraid and thank me for this good punishment."
"I beg your pardon, Mistress, and thank yon!"
"That's good! Kiss my feet and go to your room with Bridget to change your panties!"
Submissive and still trembling the girl followed the chambermaid.
After dinner, which she served to her mistress, Mabel was again taken to the sitting-room.
"Mabel," Dorothea told her, "I won't need your services until eleven to-night Until that time you will be Bridget's slave and domestic servant, for you mustn't forger that you also belong to her. So you shall go to her and put yourself at her disposal like a nice girl. And you must obey her and satisfy her if you don't want your big buttocks punished, understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. Now, go!"
Mabel, with her face crisped with shame went to the servants' quarters. It was a real torture to her to put herself at the service of that woman whom she bated.
Bridget had just finished her work and was preparing to go to bed.
"What are you doing here?" she asked the slave. In a hard voice, Mabel knelt down at her feet. "Mistress has ordered me to put myself at the disposal of Her Ladyship and be Her domestic until eleven to-night."
The vulgar face of the maid lit up in a wicked smile.
"Ah, that's fine, it's good that you should learn to serve me too! And beware of the whip if you aren't perfect slave! Follow me to my room!"
She went up the stairs, followed by Mabel, trembling. She had in her hand a leather horsewhip which she ominously moved through the air with ominous whistling sounds.
Never before had the girl been in Bridget's room. Situated on the last floor, it was comfortable but furnished with vary bad taste. There was a smell of cheap perfume in the air.
Some bold drawings were pinned to the walls and there were also a few autographed photos of men, probably former lovers.
"On your knees!" Bridget ordered in a dry tone. "A slave must be on her knees in the room of her mistress."
She was sitting on her bed and looking despisingly down at Mabel.
"The parts have changed, haven't they?" she laughed, "You're more than just my chambermaid-you're my slave, a slave whom I order about with whiplashes, and I can ask you to do anything I fancy."
She thought for a few moments what she was going to order her slave to do.
"Take off your dress and underskirt!" she ordered. "I want you to be in stays and panties to serve me, so that I can whip you better."
Mabel complied. Half undressed she offered a strange hour-glass silhouette, with her waist tightened to the utmost in the varnished leather corset, her naked breasts jutting out, as well as her buttocks upon which the silk of her panties was drawn taut without a single fold.
"And now," the chambermaid went on, "you're going to take off my shoes with your teeth!"
Prostrated in front of the demanding maid, Miss Sunway reluctantly took between her teeth the high beds of Bridget's booties and tugged at them in turn until they were both off, then — also with her mouth — she shod her with slippers.
"Stand up!" Bridget then ordered, "and follow me to the toilet!"
In the small toilet, she told her slave to remove her panties. Then, holding them, Mabel had to kneel in front of the door, waiting for her mistress to call her.
"Come in!" she heard Bridget say at last. "You're going to attend to my intimate toilet."
That was to much for the unfortunate heiress. She had a movement of disgust, quickly curbed by a few lashes with the horsewhip. With tears in her eyes she had to attend to the repulsive task, wipe her mistress, empty the toilet seat and clean it, and, all the while, there rang in her ears the vulgar sarcasm and laugh of her torturer.
Back in Bridget's room, Mabel, on her knees, took off Bridget's clothes. The naked body of the young woman was heavy but not without a certain attraction. The slave contemplated this body with a respect mixed with a certain fear. She felt sad and downcast, absolutely under the thumb of this insolent girl.
"I'm going to comb my hair and remove my make-up for the night," Bridget announced, "but I prefer Hitting on you than on a chair. Stand on all fours in front of the mirror and beware you don't make a move!"
Having obeyed, Mabel felt the servant sit heavily on top of her, crushing her back whit her heavy buttocks. For a long half hour she had to be a human seat and every time she became weak, a hard slap from Bridget made her take up her position firmly again.
"It seems you haven't been educated well enough yet," Bridget said, standing up at last, "but I won't go to bed without gratifying your rump with a few lashes! Take off your panties!"
"Mercy, Your Ladyship! Please don't beat me again! I haven't done anything wrong, I'm submissive and obedient. Please, don't beat me, please!"
"Silence, slave, and obey!"
Mabel had to do as she was told. Lying down full length on the carpet, she offered her bare buttocks to the chambermaid's horsewhip. With a sadistic pleasure, Bridget whipped her cruelly. Ten strokes made the already tumefied buttocks of the girl bleed.
Satisfied, Bridget at last went to bed, dressed in a black silk pyjama. Kneeling by the bed, Mabel then had to fan her mistress, lick her feet, offer her cigarettes and hold in front of her a book she was reading.
When she heard eleven o'clock chime, she took her leave from the chambermaid and kissed her feet, then she went back to Miss von Berner to take farther orders.
Serving the governess was much more pleasant for her, because the feelings she had for Dorothea were not at all those inspired by the maid. She feared Bridget for her cruelty and she trembled before her, but, together with her humiliation she felt a kind of rage and impotent revolt boiling inside her at the idea of being the slave of a worthless girt and vulgar domestic. On the contrary, Dorothea inspired respect in her, and she would not dream of discussing her orders. Subjugated, fascinated by the authoritative governess, she had now reached the stage where she was happy to serve her and obey her. She felt for her a boundless admiration, she found her beautiful and fearsome and adored her like a goddess, judging that to serve her was a privilege and honour.
In the voluptuous atmosphere of the large sweet-smelling room, Mabel busied herself around her mistress. She undressed her, helped her with her night toilet and accepted without; flinching the slaps which her mistress gave her at the least excuse.
As she wanted to drape the beautiful naked body of her mistress with a thin night-dress, Dorothea stopped her with a gesture.
"No," she said, "I want to go to bed all naked — and I want you to be naked too! Get undressed!"
She lay down on the bed while Mabel, with feverish hands, got rid of all her cumbersome clothes. The governess watched her with an odd expression, akin to lasciviousness. A while later the body of the young slave was all bare. Delightfully plump and pink, this body was like a spot of light in the dusk of the room. Mabel's shapes were really attractive. Wearing a corset had given her a thin waist which make her breasts stand out, as well as her buttocks, made bigger still by the swelling brought about by constant whippings — they were like two ripe fruits streaked with red.
"Come here, Mabel," Dorothea ordered, "on your knees, and lick my feet!"
Trembling, and beginning to feel a strange kind of ecstasy, the girl knelt down. Her lips drew near the dainty little feet of her mistress with devotion.
"I'm going to teach you," she went on, "to lick your mistress's feet the way it should be done. Pull out your tongue as far as you can start by licking my toes, then between them, so that your caress be at the same time a cleaning, finally, you'll take as much of my foot as you can into your mouth and cover it with saliva — slave slobber — and you will lick it until I tell you to stop. Now start!"
A prey to an odd sensation, Mabel started. At length and respectfully she licked the feminine feet which she found so sweet-flavoured. Soon, she became as if drunk with them. Dorothea let her lick, and, from time to time, she lashed her with the horsewhip a little to activate or slow the rhythm of her caresses. Mabel, gasping, was all in a sweat. This servile licking seemed to her an honour and a feast. For a long half hour she satisfied thus her governess's lust.
"Enough!" Dorothea said at last. "Now, climb on to the bed, lie down on your stomach between my legs and kiss softly between my thighs."
Without fully understanding all that the order contained in perversion, the slave obeyed. Squeezed between Dorothea's beautiful thighs, she put her head into the warm hollow of the femininity. The soft black down penetrated her mouth and nose and tickled her deliciously. She could feel, under the perfumed hair, the warm fruit of love which palpitated like a small precious animal.
"Go on," the governess said in a voice dry with passion, "do your best to caress me as I wish… That's good, continue like this… Drive your, tongue in, now! Draw your tongue more, slave! Drive it as far as you can! Now, pull it back and do it again… in, out, in, out… that's good, continue!"
Mabel was getting frantic. Under the orders, accompanied each time with whiplashes, she did as best she could. A delicious acrid feminine odour penetrated her intimately. Under her agile tongue she discovered new mysteries; she had the impression of discovering a new world.
Dorothea breathed loudly and squeezed more and more the slave's head between her robust thighs. Suddenly she grasped with both hands the heat that was caressing her and rubbed it against her flesh with a kind of fury. Mabel, crushed, gave herself passionately to this new game. She had stopped to think that she was a slave and that her mistress was using her as she would a mere towel or like a pleasure beast. She did not think of anything. Dorothea's flesh was to her like a divine essence and her lips trembled with ecstasy at its contact. A virgin, and ignorant of perverse pleasures, she brought to this act all the zeal of not even feeling, the whiplashes which Dorothea gave her on her back with more and more violence.
Finally Dorothea's beautiful body arched itself and her throat gave out a very soft hoarse moan. At the sama time, Mabel's face was inundated with a dew that went into her month, and her head was terribly crushed between her mistress's thighs; nailed to the gasping belly, blinded, drowned, the slave felt herself die with joy.
Only a long time later did Miss von Berner release her prey. And now, her eyes had regained their hard and bright expression.
"On your knees at the foot of my bed!" she ordered.
Briskly recalled to her condition, Mabel obeyed. The governess looked at her with a mocking contempt.
"Do you like my body?" she asked.
"Oh yes, Mistress, I adore it," Mabel sighed, in ecstasy.
"Pull out your tongue!"
Between her fingers, Dorothea pinched Mabel's pink tongue, holding it prisoner.
"You see," she went on, "this tongue is a slave's tongue, it is at the service of my body, and every time I feel like it I shall drive this tongue into me, for my pleasure!"
And she concluded:
"As for you, I want you to be always ready to kiss with joy and respect any part of my body, even the most intimate. Otherwise I shall oblige you to do so with the whip. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"From now on," the implacable Dorothea went on, "you will no longer call me just 'Mistress' but 'Divine Mistress'. That is logical, since I am your God as well as your Master. Now, go and fetch the panties I wore to day and use them to wipe me up."
With trembling hands. Mabel wiped up the wet sex of her mistress with the pink silk knickers. Then Dorothea used them to wrap around Mabel's head, seeing to it that the most soiled parts of the material should be in direct contact with the slave's mouth.
Then she made her lie down, all naked, on the bed-side rug and tied up her feet and hands. Immobilised and blinded, the slave heard her mistress go back to bed, and then her voice from above her, saying:
"I hope you're happy, slave, to have dared kiss the secrets of my body?"
"Oh, yes, Divine Mistress," Mabel said indistinctly through the soiled panties.
"And I hope you will thank me for it tomorrow by obeying me still better than usual and submitting totally to me?"
"Yea, Divine Mistress, I swear I will."
"That's good. You may sleep now! And don't let me hear a sound out of you, or else to-morrow night I'll let you sleep in the toilet."
"Yes, Divine Mistress."
At last satisfied, the beautiful Dorothea lay down softly among her silk pillows and went to sleep at once.