Life was following its courses uneventfully at the Kelingson Castle. Under the implacable yoke of her mistresses Mabel was becoming every day more submissive. She had now acquired a real soul of a slave. She obeyed with equal zeal the beautiful Dorothea von Berner, Eva Crimpton and the maid Bridget. Just a blow out of a whistle or an imperative clack of fingers sufficed to make Mabel throw herself on her knees in front of any of these three mistress's, with her body trembling, her eyes full of tears and her dig buttocks apprehending a whipping.
One day, a letter addressed to Miss Mabel Sunway arrived at the castle. Naturally, it was Dorothy who opened and read it. That letter, written in a high elegant hand on perfumed paper come from a certain Myriam Hekings, who had been a school-friend of Mabel's. The girl, after a thousand and one confidences such as are usually exchanged between old school pals, announced to her friend that she was ready to come to Kelingson's castle to visit her, since Mabel, before leaving college, had invited her so kindly. She asked Lord Kelingson's niece to let her know if and when she was ready to receive her.
Dorothea showed the letter to Miss Crimpton who read it with great interest. The two mistresses, sitting in the drawing-room, ordered Bridget to fetch Mabel, who was cleaning Eva Crimpton's bathroom. A few minutes later the young slave came into the room. She was very lovely under her excessive make-up.
A pink satin corset was crushing her waist, leaving breasts naked, and the tips of her breasts had been painted in red. She was wearing a very short skirt made out of Scotch silk, and stopping just above the knees; on her legs, up to her calves, she wore white silk socks and on her feet were black varnished shoes with extremely high heels. Her hands were tied with gold handcuffs behind her back, and the lower part of her face was gagged by a black silk rag. Under that gag the girl's checks were swollen as if she had an object in her mouth.
Under Dorothea's order Bridget undid Mabel's gag and took off the object that was stuffing her mouth — a pair of dirty panties belonging to Eva Crimpton, which the latter had imposed upon her in order to humiliate her.
The slave, on her knees, kissed respectfully her mistress's feet. In the movement of bending down her short skirt blew upwards revealing for a while her buttocks clad in silk knickers the colour of peaches — quite suggestive.
"I'm going to ask you questions, Mabel," the governess declared in a severe voice, "and you're going to answer them with absolute truthfulness, that is, if you want to avoid twenty stokes of the horsewhip which you will get for every lie you tell. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Divine Mistress."
"Who is Myriam Hekings?"
The pretty slave's heart missed a beat. Her eyes glanced at the letter which Dorothea was holding nervously in her fingers and upon which she had just recognized her best friend's handwriting.
"She's a friend I had in my boarding-school, Divine Mistress," she answered with an effort. "She's twenty years old, and a very wealthy English girl, and I made her acquaintance in France, I had taken the liberty of inviting her here for a stay, at a time when I still thought that…"
"When you thought what? Answer!"
"When I thought I would stay a free girl…"
"And this Myriam, is she pretty?" Miss Crimpton asked.
"Oh, yes, Your Honour, she's ravishingly pretty, and also very elegant, and her character is very wilful and stubborn."
"And what's her family situation?"
"Myriam has only her father left alive, Divine Mistress. He is an officer in the British army in India, and is hardly ever in England, that is why his daughter is full of independence."
Miss Eva winked understandingly to her friend.
"Now, all that seems perfect to me," she said, smiling.
"Stand up!" Dorothea ordered, making her horsewhip lash the air. "Bridget, untie Mabel's hands and sit her down to the desk!"
The governess stood up and came near her slave.
"And now, write what I'm going to dictate!" she ordered in a dry tone. "My dear Myriam, I received your letter with great pleasure. Of course I shall be very glad to have you her at Kelingson's. We're having quite a lot of fun here at the moment. Come as soon as you can and bring all your clothes and things with you, for I won't let you go so soon! Please wire the date of your arrival and a car will pick you up at the station. I'm looking forward to seeing you very much. With an affectionate kiss, Your Mabel.'"
While she was writing, Mabel's hands were trembling. She guessed that her mistress was planning something wicked and that Myriam Hekings would be the victim. She looked uneasily at her mistress and ventured to say:
"Divine Mistress, I beg you, not Myriam!"
Dorothea slapped her face with violence.
"So!" she cried, "a bitch of a slave like you, you allow yourself to give your opinion and interfere in your mistress's affairs! Mind you don't do that again, or else, beware of the whip!"
She addressed the maid:
"Bridget, take the slave back to her work!"
"And don't forget," Miss Crimpton recommended, "to gag her severely after having replaced my panties into her mouth!
When Mabel had left the room with her punishment in place, Dorothea spoke:
"I hope, my dear Eva," she said with a cruel smile, "that we shall soon have two slaves in Kelingson's castle."
Three days later, Miss Myriam Hekings arrived unsuspecting in the mistresses' lair. Mabel had not lied. Her friend was of great beauty. Two years older than Miss Sunway, she was slightly taller and more mature. Her face was made up with great care but without excess and had an green eyes and auburn-dyed hair. Her body was aristocratic charm, with a sensual mouth, large like that of a girl fond of sports but, to judge from the roundness covering her tailor-maid suit, quite curvaceous. Very elegant, she had in her gait something insolent and her head was held up proudly, showing that she knew about her beauty and her wealth.
Dorothea von Berner had arranged everything with careful planning for the girl's arrival. At the station, Myriam was astonished not to find her friend waiting for her. There was only a liveried chauffeur hired for the occasion by Dorothea and who was at the wheel of Miss Crimpton's car. He drove with another car behind, carrying all the suitcases and trunks belonging to the newcomer.
At the castle, she was received very courteously by Bridget, dressed up in a spruce maid outfit. She ushered Myriam into the luxuriously furnished parlour.
"Miss Mabel will be here in a moment," she announced.
Slightly taken aback by this odd greeting, Myriam waited for a long quarter of an hour, wondering why Mabel was not showing herself more eager to meet her. At last, the door opened and Miss Sunway came in.
"Mabel, darling!" said Myriam, "how happy I am to see you again!"
Impetuously she threw herself into Mabel's arms, then she drew back and said, astonished:
"What are you wearing under your dress? It's hard!"
Mabel blushed.
"It's… it's my corset!" she said with an effort.
Miss Hekings burst out laughing.
"What? You, who couldn't bear any constraint on your body, you're now wearing stays? you really have changed!"
While she was speaking, Myriam was examining her friend with surprise. Mabel had changed. She used to be so gay and merry, as well as coquettish, but now she seemed shy and blushing and as if paralysed by an unaccountable fright. Myriam was looking her up and down with growing astonishment.
Why was Mabel made up like a whore, with a beauty patch at the corner of one eye and another near the mouth. Why was she standing so erect, with her eyes fixed and her head thrown back, and her arms hanging alongside her body? Her friend was also astonished to notice that Mabel had now a waspish waist and an enormous bottom jutting out provocatively, and that her feet were shod in exaggeratedly high-heeled shoes. And what funny garments she was wearing: this white silk corset so tight, and her red silk skirt also very tight which moulded her buttocks with indiscreet precision.
But she did not dare ask Mabel for the reasons of her strange way of dressing and the changes in her attitude, so she just said gaily:
"It was very kind of you to invite me to the castle. I hope we're going to have lots of fun."
"I hope so too," the slave said in a strangled voice.
"What do you do here? Rides in cars, tennis, swimming?"
Mabel had a movement betraying her fear.
"Oh no," she answered, "I'm not allowed to."
This time Myriam did not hide her surprise.
"Well, what do you know! You've always been independent, I don't understand. Who doesn't allow you to have fun? My god, you're eighteen and a half years of age, you're no longer a baby, are you? Who is it, tell me?"
"My governesses," the girl answered in a low voice.
"Governesses at your age? Decidedly, Mabel, you astonish me! But, I say, darling, I'd better warn you that those honourable persons had better not try to impose their law upon met! And I hope that in my honour they will allow you a little more freedom than you seem to have, what?"
"Hush, darling, if they heard you!..
At that precise moment the door opened wide and Mabel drew back a few steps like a tamed lion: Dorothea von Berner was entering the room. She was beautiful as always, with her proud face carefully made up, her back lustre hair, her sculptural body strictly moulded in a blue velvet tailor made suit, her legs encased in silk and circled with golden bracelets. She was holding in her hand a thin horsewhip with which she tapped nervously the tip of her leather shoes.
With a nonchalant step she advanced to the middle of the room, without appearing to have noticed the presence of Myriam Hekings. And she fixed Mabel with a hard expression in her eyes.
"Well, aren't I saluted to-day?"
Dumbfounded, Myriam saw this incredible sight: Mabel, blushing with shame, had knelt down, while casting furtive glances in her direction; then she prostrated herself face down before the new-comer, licking like a dog the tip of her shoes. Insolently, the governess was eyeing the body grovelling before her.
"And my bottom!" she said dryly.
Blushing more and more, poor Mabel half rose, then, on her knees, she went behind Dorothea, lifted up her skirt a little, up to the bottom of the pink panties adorned with satin garters and she pot her head under the skirt, applying her lips against the buttocks of her mistress and remaining nearly a minute in that position.
Dumbstruck with stupor, Myriam had sat down on a sofa.
At that moment, Dorothea seemed to become aware of the girl's presence and smiled at her:
"You're probably astonished to see your friend Mabel so transformed? Of course, she had omitted to warn you about it. Let me tell you that Mabel Sunway is no longer the girl she used to be; she has entirely lost her qualities of heiress and aristocrat. Come, on, Mabel, tell us in your own words what you've become!"
She punctuated her order with a slight lash with the horsewhip and Mabel answered:
"I'm only a humble slave, Divine Mistress, an obedient bitch, happy to belong to you and subservient to your whip and whims."
"That's fine. Now stand up and put your hands behind your back when I'm talking to you. I haven't seen you yet to-day. Are you well corseted and strapped? And do you feel under my absolute rule? Is your body submitting with respect to the discipline of your clothes?"
"Yes, Divine Mistress, I'm wearing under my bottom is imprisoned, as you wish it to be, in a drew a tightly-laced corset and my slavish pair of white silk panties which do not make a single wrinkle or fold on my buttocks."
"And you haven't wetted them, I hope? You've kept your need in check."
"Oh, yes, Divine Mistress."
"Show me!"
With two hands Mabel lifted up her dress up to her waist. Myriam, dumbfounded, saw her friend's enormous bottom sheathed in white silk drawers and strapped between her legs by a wide tape of varnished leather. Dorothea, putting her felt and pawed for a long while Mabel's femininity, hands under the strap after having unbuckled it.
"Have you been punished this morning?" she asked.
"Yes, Divine Mistress. Her Honour Miss Crimpton gave me the whip on my breasts because I hadn't prostrated myself quickly enough when she was passing by. And Her Ladyship gave me the whip on my bottom because she found I hadn't polished her shoes well enough."
"That's perfect!" mocked Dorothea with a cruel smile, "that will teach you, to be more careful in future. And how come you have your hands free? Don't you know that a slave like you should always have her hands tied when she's not working? Turn 'round!"
Picking up the strings from the top of a table, the governess tied up with care the hands of her slave, palm against palm; then, behind her back, she tied one elbow against the other, which was a very painful position to remain in for any length of time. Then she slapped Mabel violently.
"That's for teaching you to walk about with your hands free," she said.
Myriam Hekings had viewed all that with growing stupefaction. It seemed she was having a dream and she hadn't even the strength to raise a murmur of protest in front of the shameful spectacle that had been offered to her.
Miss von Berner rang and Bridget appeared, with her fists akimbo and a mocking smile oil her lips. Dorothea seized Mabel by her ear and threw her down to the chambermaid's feet.
"I heard that you had some complaint this morning about the slave, my dear Bridget?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am, I had given her my shoes to clean and she didn't even trouble to scrape the mud from under the heels, so I whipped her severely."
"You did quite well. And you, bitch, beg Her Ladyship's pardon again for your negligence!"
Crimson with shame, Mabel prostrated herself before Bridget and kissed her feet.
"I beg Your Ladyship to excuse and pardon me," she moaned. "I shall be more attentive to Your Ladyship's orders and more obedient in future."
With a kick in her face, the maid obliged the slave to stand up.
"We'll see if you're as good as your promise," she grumbled. "Don't you forget that Miss you Berner has given me all rights upon you and that you must learn to serve me like a well-styled domestic. I shall force you to with the whip!"
"Now, Bridget," Dorothea said, "take this girl away and put her until lunch-time in the toilets on her knees. And this afternoon, you can have her so that you may teach her to obey you as she should."
"Thank you, ma'am. I'm very glad, for to-day is my day off and I intend, if madam doesn't mind, to receive a few friends for tea at the bottom of the park, and Mabel will be my maid and wait upon us."
"All right, Bridget, the slave is yours until tonight. When you have put her in penance, come back here for I shall probably need you."
Bridget bent down over Mabel and gave her a formidable pair of slaps on her already red cheeks.
Follow me, and beware if you aren't the submissive slave I want you to be!"
Dorothea remained alone with Myriam Hekings. Smiling, she sat in front of the girl, who had become very pate.
"I think," Myriam said, "that you won't mind if I leave the castle immediately. I had come here invited by my friend Mabel, but now that I what you've done to her, I don't see how my presence here is in any way necessary."
Dorothea did not answer at once. With a ghost of a smile playing upon her lips she was playing with her horsewhip and seemed to be absorbed in thoughts.
"That's where you're wrong, Miss Hekings, quite wrong. You've come here in the hope of sojourning here for a long time. So I insist on satisfying that desire. I wish to see you remain here for a very long time!"
"In this castle? Or rather in this prison…!" the girl hissed angrily.
Dorothea stood up suddenly like a released spring. With flashing eyes she fixed Myriam.
"You've said it — a prison! That is the'mot juste'," she ejaculated. "But it's not only Mabel's prison, but yours as well. For I intend to make a slave of you."
"A slave? Are you mad?"
Dorothea's arm jerked out and her horsewhip lashed Myriam's cheek, tracing a bleeding mark on it. The girl howled with pain.
"Mad?" Dorothea went on." Is this the way a slave should speak to her mistress? You'll pay for that, my dear, you'll pay for your insolence, your pride, all your horrible defects of a spoilt girl! I'll make a servant, a bitch, of you, whether you like it or not! And, first of all, a slave should kneel when her mistress condescends to speak to her. Go on, on your knees, bitch, on your knees!"
Miss von Berner, to give more weight to her words, lashed out again with the riding-crop, reaching Myriam Hekings right across her breasts and tearing the silk of her blouse, swollen by her pretty bust.
The girl, howling with pain, drew back against the door. Her green eyes flashed with fury and her mouth foamed with rage. One felt within her a fearsome strength all reared against the despotic force of Dorothea von Berner.
"You wicked woman!" she lashed out, "you darned creature! I despise and hate you! You want to make a slave out of me! Well, you'd better forget it!"
With a brisk gesture, she opened the door and made as if to rush out but her body collided against Bridget's who was barring the way and who seized her in her powerful arms.
"Quiet, my girl, quiet! A slave doesn't escape like this from her mistress! I'm stronger than you are, and you should realize it!"
The maid twisted violently Myriam's wrists, and the poor girl screamed with pain and fury. Bridget made her go back into the room she had tried to leave.
"Nice work, Bridget!" Dorothea exclaimed, laughing. You're going to help me to give a whipping to this slave, for she's really deserved it for her lack of submission."
"I'm not a slave and I forbid you to treat me like this!" Miss Hekings howled, furious.
Bridget did not heed her protests and, having tripped the girl's body and sent it sprawling against the carpet, she nailed her to the floor by sitting astraddle on top of her.
"What shall I do with this fury, ma'am?" she asked quietly.
"Let's tie her up on the sofa," Dorothea answered. "We're going to undress her and whip her bottom as she deserves."
The maid got up and seized Myriam like a parcel and threw her down on a low sofa. Quickly and expertly the girl was trussed up like a sausage by a rope around her loins, another tying her ankles and a third fixing her hands to-the legs of the sofa.
Vanquished and unable to defend herself, Myriam did not stop throwing abuse right and left But Dorothea only laughed at her insults and useless fury. She took out a pair scissors from the drawer of a cupboard.
"It would be difficult to undress this slave without untying her," she explained to Bridget, "so we shall use this method!"
She bent down over Myriam and used her scissors to cut through the material of the tailor made suit, the blouse and the brassiere the girl was wearing. Then she removed the torn pieces and threw away in a corner of the room. The velvety bare back of Myriam appeared in its sculptural beauty, which Dorothea contemplated with a satisfied smile. Then the governess slipped her hand under the sprawling body of Miss Hekings and palpated her bare breasts crashed against the sofa.
"This is a mighty fine bust for a slave!" she exclaimed. "What pleasure I shall have to torture these arrogant breasts which are mine from now on!"
"Brute, dirty brute!" cried Myriam, who was choking with rage. "Better think again! I'd rather die than submit!"
"And now, the shirt! "Miss von Berner said.
Arming herself again with the scissors she split the grey dress on all its length, made it slip down and threw it in a corner of the room. The girl's insolently curved out bottom offered itself to the mocking sight of the two torturers. It was a really massive buttock, straining at the material of the pink silk panties which Myriam was wearing. Under the lace hemming the knickers there appeared the long, sun-tanned, appetising thighs and the fine legs sheathed in beige silk.
With her long nails Dorothea pinched the bottom of her victim and laughed insolently.
"Now, this is a bottom after my own liking, one that seems ideal for receiving the whip! And this pair of panties — it's so tight on you that it's nearly like that of a slave. Bo madam likes being tight in her underclothes. Well, madam will have her wishes more than fulfilled — starting from tomorrow, she'll have to wear corsets and we'll teach her to wear discipline-drawers, well-strapped, like those worn by her friend Mabel!"
The governess, having spoken, drew back one step, took a firm hold on the tan leather horsewhip and applied a hard blow on Myriam's buttocks. It was so hard that the panties split. Mad with shame and pain, Hiss Hekings had made a great effort not to scream. With her head buried in the cushions, she let out a long moan.
"The bitch has a hard skin," Miss von Berner said. "So much the worse for your bottom. I'll stop punishing only when this slave is ready to lick my feet."
Other lashes followed, more and more violent. Through the rips in the drawers the buttocks appeared, striped with long red streaks. Soon, the material which covered the victim's bottom was reduced to a shapeless rag. There only remained a few shreds of pink silk stuck between the girl's buttocks; it was on this ultimate, target that Dorothea showered her blows, which rained down on the youthful flesh, digging each time a bleeding furrow.
Myriam, who had resisted for a long while, was now at the end of her physical resistance. Her moans had soon been succeeded by screams, then by inhuman howls.
"Are your ready to admit you're my slave?" Dorothea asked.
"Never!" the unfortunate girl sobbed.
"All right, then, I'll continue!" the governess said. "But I'm tired of hearing your screams. Bridget, sit down on this girl's face and gag her under the weight of your buttocks!"
The servant laughed. It was a real pleasure for her to carry out such orders. She lifted up her skirts, showing her bottom sheathed in, panties of a doubtful white colour. She pulled Myriam's hair, obliging her to turn her head aside, and, the while, she could not resist the impulse of giving her a very bard slap on her cheek. Then she sat heavily on the girl's head which disappeared entirely, crushed under the maid's buttocks. Bridget, smiling, let her skirt go down in order to imprison Myriam's head completely in her underclothes.
Then Dorothea resumed the punishment. For ten long minutes she whipped, without bothering about the state of her victim. The fine flesh bottom, now quite bare, was covering itself with blisters and swellings. Here and there, a bloody rivulet was running along the buttocks, losing itself in the cushions of the sofa.
Had Myriam fainted? She could not tell, for the girl, entirely covered by Bridget's bottom, could not make herself heard.
"Get up, Bridget!" Miss von Berner said at last. "I think the slave has been punished enough now!"
The maid rose, disengaging from under her skirts the red, bruised and tearful face of Mabel's friend.
"Now, bitch," the governess said in a dry tone, "have you become more docile? Are you ready to make a good slave?"
"I'll do anything you ask," Myriam murmured, vanquished.
Smiling, Dorothea sat on her victim's loins, making her gasp with her weight.
"Now, Myriam Hekings, you're a slave," she went on. "Mind you never forget it; From now on, you will have no other personality than that of your mistress, or rather your mistresses. The whip will be your only god. And let me tell you that you will never be free again, never! You will remain a slave until you die. Your father, the only member of your family alive, is now in India and I've prepared everything so that he will learn that you have died accidentally, so nobody is ever going to bother about you and you'll be able to devote your whole life to the service of your mistresses."
With a moan, Myriam had heard that terrible sentence. But what could she do about it? She was broken with weariness and humiliation, and her flesh was afire, her body tied up. Yes, she was really at the mercy of the cruel governess! And she understood that her lot would become the same as that of Mabel. Could she have imagined it only a few moments ago when she had witnessed Mabel debasing herself? Could she have dreamed that soon she would be reduced to the same bondage? It seemed impossible, like a nightmare from which she would, thank God, soon wake up.
At that moment the door opened and Eva Crimpton appeared. The fat woman, sheathed in a mack skirt and white satin bloom was, as usual, outrageously made up and bejewelled.
"Ah, you arrive just in time, dear," Dorothea told her. "I've just tamed a new slave."
With majestic steps Eva went up to the sofa upon which Myriam was lying. She viewed her through her lorgnette.
"Perfect, perfect!" she exclaimed. "This is a fine slip of a girl, indeed. When she has been well-corseted and when the whip has taught her discipline, I'm sure she'll be a very satisfying bitch. What's your name, young slave?"
Miss Hekings, in a moment of pride, did not answer. But Dorothea gave her a pair of slaps, punctuated with the words:
"Don't you answer your mistress now?"
"My name's Myriam," the girl said with an effort.
"Call this lady 'Mistress' if you don't want another whipping! Go on, say it!"
"My name's Myriam, Mistress."
"My dear Eva," the governess went on, "I intend to present this new slave to you. She will be attached to your personal service, since Mabel belongs to me. We will have one slave each and everything will be ideal!"
"Perfect!" Miss Crimpton said. "I shall teach this girl according to my liking and she will be my chamber slave."
She got near Myriam and seized the tips of her ears which she shook with force.
"Do you hear, bitch, you'll be my chambermaid, from now on! And beware you obey me perfectly, if you want to avoid the whip! Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good! I'm going to untie you, so that you can begin at once your service with me."
The fat mistress, having spoken, went to sit on a comfortable armchair while Dorothea and Bridget untied the slave and obliged her to get up. Then, all naked, she was thrown to the feet of Eva Crimpton.
"Kiss my feet, slave, and tell me that you will belong to me always!"
She accompanied her order with a violent blow with her riding-crop on Miss Hekings' breasts. With rage in her heart, the girl had to do as she was told.
"And now, open my purse, take out a cigarette, put it in my mouth and light it!"
When that was done, Miss Crimpton smoked silently, now and then blowing the smoke into the kneeling slave's face. She had ordered her to hold the palm of her hand up to be used as an ash-tray. Miss Hekings viewed with awe this still attractive plump woman whom she did not know less than an hour before and who was already treating her like the lowest of slaves. On her knees, with her buttocks afire, subjugated by the imperious charm that emanated from Era Crimpton, she did not dare make a more.
Yet, pride was not completely quashed in Myriam's heart. When Eva ordered her to open her month to use as a spittoon, the girl gave a start of revolt.
"Never, never shall I stoop so low," she whispered, "I'd rather die."
"So you refuse to obey," Miss Crimpton said calmly. "All right, you force me to use certain methods of discipline which will make you change your mind. Bridget, go to my room and bring back a pair of discipline panties, a whip and some gags!"
The maid was soon back with the required objects. The discipline panties were indeed a curious instrument: they were very short and made of strong red rubber and their bottom was fitted with two big cylinders of hard rubber, having the diameter of large candles and being about three inches long.
Eva Crimpton turned these drawers inside out, daubed some vaseline on the cylinders and sprinkled them with red pepper. Then, helped by Dorothea and Bridget who were holding Myriam firmly, she slipped these strange panties on her, all along her thighs and then the two cylinders were driven to the hilt into the corresponding holes — one into the vagina and the other into the anus.
The girl howled with pain, for, under the pressure, her maidenhead had been ripped and pain was gnawing at her entrails. As for the other cylinder; it was making her suffer just as much, impaling the slave as it was. The drawers were tightened to the maximum which had the effect of keeping the two cylinders well in to the hilt. Myriam felt herself whored and gored by the two terrible rubber sticks and awfully burnt by the red pepper with which they were smeared.
They put the unfortunate slave up on her feet and tied her hands behind her back. Then she was gagged severely and blindfolded with a silk neckerchief. Eva Crimpton, in a refinement of cruelty, pulled on this neckerchief and tied its ends to the slave's wrists, which had the result of pulling her head painfully backwards.
"I hope," the fat woman mocked, "that you're now feeling completely in my power? Here you are, incapable of speaking, seeing, moving your arms or lowering your head. This is the way a good slave in discipline should hold herself. And now, you're going to grope your way — round the room, and don't stop walking. Beware if you don't obey. Now, start!"
The order was punctuated by a terrible lash with the horsewhip on Myriam's breasts. Moaning, the girl started walking. Each step was for her a torture because of the cylinders that were moving inside her. Every now and then either Eva Crimpton or Dorothea lashed out with their whips which landed on her legs, on her back or on her breasts. Under her gag the poor slave made muffled sounds of pain and fright.
She felt debased, dominated, hurt, but every time she stopped walking, the whip descended upon her with rage.
That terrible walk lasted more than a half hour. The two mistress's and the maid took an extreme pleasure in watching Myriam's sufferings. They lashed the unfortunate girl without pity to make her walk faster, and she kept bumping into furniture which she could not see as she was blindfolded.
At last, exhausted, the slave crumpled down to the carpet. She was half unconscious and neither insults nor blows could pull her out of her immobility. So they took off her gag and bonds and laid her on a sofa to enable her to come to.
"Well, slave, do you still want to disobey me or do you want another little walk like the one you've just had?"
An expression of intense terror flashed in Myriam's pretty eyes.
"Oh, no, Mistress, please not that, not that! I'm ready to satisfy you in everything but don't torture me any more I beg you!"
That's fine. A while ago I had ordered you to open your month as a spittoon for me. Are you ready to obey that order now?
At once, the girl opened her scarlet mouth. With sadistic joy Eva Crimpton bent down and spat into the offered mouth. Dorothea von Berner and Bridget followed suit.
"You see," Eva mocked, "you were made to submit to all my whims without discussing them, even the moat degrading ones. I'll forgive you for your disobedience but you will have to keep on your discipline panties till to-night. And now, I shall take you to my room so that I can dress you up as I fancy. Then you will begin your apprenticeship for becoming my maid of all work. Follow me!
With a horsewhip in her hand, she went out of the room, followed by Myriam.
A few hours later the same girl, strictly corseted, wearing boots up to mid-thigh, and with a discipline-bit in her mouth, was looking after the plump mistress like the most submissive of slaves. Once more, the magical force of the whip bad produced its effect. There were now two slaves in Kelingson castle.
In the course of the same day, Bridget, who had a day off, was to receive a few girl-friends for tea. The maid had received permission to organise her reception in a small hunting-lodge at the bottom of the park and to use Mabel's services, whom Miss von Berner had put at her disposal.
The poor slave was still doing penance, kneeling in the toilets, when Bridget came to fetch her. She had to accompany the maid in her room, helping her to change her dress and underclothes. To honour her guests Bridget had made herself beautiful. She was wearing a sky-blue dress with a white her hair and made up her face she checked how her slave was dressed and made her put on a black satin skirt stopping at knee-level, a lace bonnet and a maid's apron.
"To-day," she said, "you're my maid. You're going to follow me to the lodge where you will bring tea, port wine and cakes, which I've prepared. And when my friends come, don't forget to kneel down in front of them and to clean with your tongue the dust off their shoes. Then you will take their coats off them and you'll tell them: 'Ladies, I am Miss Bridget's slave and, under the orders of my mistress, I have the honour to put myself at your disposal to serve you and obey all your orders. If I don't satisfy you as you wish, I beg you to punish me very severely and thank you for it. Understood?"
"Yes, Your Ladyship."
"To-day, I Won't let you call me 'Your Ladyship'. You will call me 'Mistress', do you hear?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. Follow me!"
A few minutes later, Bridget, comfortably reclining on a sofa in the hunting-lodge, was waiting for her guests while chiding her slave, kneeling in front of her.
The girl-friends she was expecting were four: first, there was May Colaon, a pretty twenty-year-old blonde with an arch expression, who was employed by the neighbouring castle-owners as a maid; then there was Roberta Grey, a robust young woman, very vulgar, who lived in London as a prostitute and whom Bridget had known a long time for they had been born in the same village. Then there was Gladys Smith, a thirty-five-year-old woman who used to be a maid but now lived with her lover, a bad character of the village. She was accompanied by her daughter, a fourteen-year-old girl, bold-looking and who had a very bad reputation in the village.
It is easy to understand what a humiliation it was for the former heiress who had become a slave, to be obliged to stoop in front of those vulgar women with whom, a few months earlier, she would not hare shaken hands.
The four guests arrived together and, laughing, went into the room where Bridget was expecting them. Bridget had already told them about everything and they knew what to expect, and it can be easily appreciated how pleased and thrilled they were at the idea of a young woman from the aristocracy serving them.
Lashed by a violent blow from the horsewhip, high society acting as their maid and slave. Mabel had to prostrate herself in front of the women and repeat word for word the humiliating sentence she had learnt.
"Lick these ladies' feet, bitch!" Bridget ordered.
First, the slave knelt down in front of May and put her lips on the blond girl's elegant varnished shoes. The girl looked at her despisingly.
"Better than that!" she ordered suddenly. "Don't you see that there is still some dust left! You fool? And under the soles? Can't you clean my shoes better than that?"
Under the quips and laughs of the girls, Mabel completed the cleaning with her tongue. Then she knelt down in front of Roberta, the prostitute, and licked her black buckskin shoes. Then came Gladys Smith's turn. Exhausted and with her tongue all coated with dust, Mabel was about to stand up when Gladys seized her rudely by the hair.
"Well, is that all?" she exclaimed, furious. "And my daughter, aren't you going to salute her? Even though she's only fourteen, you owe her respect, you slave!"
Mabel, in despair, knelt down in front of the sniggering flapper and licked her dirty shoes!"
"Slap her face, Molly," Bridget said, "slap her hard to punish her for her lack of courtesy towards you!"
The child did not have to hear the invitation twice — her little hand shot out with violence and slapped Mabel's cheeks six times.
May was laughing her head off.
"It's wonderful to have a slave!" she cried. "I'd lore to teach my employer to serve me like this! What a vengeance that would be!"
"And you know," Bridget added, "she is perfectly tamed, you can ask her to do, anything you like. Why, even if you spat in her face, she'd be grateful."
"Well, let's try and see!" the blond said.
She bent down and spat twice on Mabel's face, and her saliva, mixed with lipstick, ran down the slave's cheeks.
"Now, what do you say?" she asked, provocatively.
"Thank you, madam," Mabel whispered, almost sobbing.
Roberta was examining the slave.
"She's funnily dressed, isn't she?" she remarked.
"She's dressed the way a slave should be to serve her mistresses," Bridget answered. "Stand up, bitch, and draw up your skirt to show these ladies how well you're strapped and corseted!"
In front of the laughing women the girl had to stand and lift up her skirt shoulder high. Her thin waist appeared, terribly squeezed in a black leather corset, and her big rumps sheathed narrowly in pink silk panties, with a pretty varnished leather strap between her thighs.
"I would like to see her bottom naked," little Molly asked.
"She will certainly show it to us in a while, when she's deserved a whipping," Bridget said. "For the moment, she's going to serve tea."
Three of the women sat down on the sofa and the other two on armchairs. The slave bad to wait upon them on her knees, stimulated by the slaps on the face which showered upon her from all quarters. After tea, the women smoked cigarettes and Mabel stretched down on the carpet to be a carpet to them. Ten feminine feet trod her body and face, bruising them atrociously, the girls talked and laughed, with vulgarity. Without giving a thought to the slave's sufferings, which horrified their unfortunate victim.
"She can also be used as a seat," Bridget said after a while. "Come on, bitch, lie down on your stomach on the sofa!"
Mabel having obeyed, the maid invited her friends to sit on the slave. Molly sat on the legs, Gladys on the stomach, Roberta on the breasts and May on the face.
Horribly stifling and bruised, overwhelmed by that quadruple weight, Mabel thought her last hour had come. But she had to resist for more than a half hour. And when the guests at last condescended to get up, they had to make her come to, for she had fainted.
After a few minutes' rest, she had to resume her service. To humiliate her, Bridget obliged her to slip her head under each of the women's skirts, kissing each bottom in turn. Dominating her natural repulsion, Mabel had to press her pretty face against May's natty seat, covered with pink silk, then on Roberta's powerful buttocks, sheathed in black lace knickers, then on the big buttocks of Gladys, then on the small panties covering Molly's precocious roundness.
But her humiliations were not over. May, the blond maid, having asked to go and see a man about a dog, Bridget loaned her the slave who went to the toilet with her and had to clean her afterwards. Then, one after the other, all the other guests did likewise and Mabel had thus to spend a long half hour satisfying their dirty whims.
Upon the futile pretext that the slave had not unbuttoned fast enough Molly's panties, she was sentenced to a whipping. Under her mistresses' orders she had to bare her bottom, showing her big buttocks still bearing the marks of daily punishments. The women also laughed at the sight of her depilated sex. Then she was tied on to a sofa and gagged with May's panties. Then Bridget and her four girl-friends, one after the other, flogged to blood Mabel's buttocks with a horsewhip.
After she bad thanked her torturers on her on her knees, Mabel was sent for a walk in the park with little Molly. The cruel child, after having pinched her in many places, scratched her and kicked and slapped her in many ways, glad of the unique opportunity offered to her, suddenly thought it would be a wonderful idea of she used lashing her with her right hand armed with a the slave as a mount. So, sitting on her shoulders and holding her hair with the left hand and horsewhip, she made Mabel run in the paths as fast as she could, and she laughed at her and insulted her to her heart's content.
Finally, the women went away, delighted with their entertaining afternoon, and, as a parting gift, they spat into Mabel's face.
Mabel went back into the castle, gorged with humiliation, broken with suffering and shame. It was nearly a relief for her to resume her service with Dorothea von Berner.