Three months have elapsed, Life in Kelingson Castle has been hell for the two slaves and a source of perverse amusements for the two mistresses and the maid.
Mabel Sunway and Myriam Hekings have for ever lost any shadow of personality. They have become passive things, obedient like bitches, fearing the whip, submitting at once and without any hesitation or discussion to any order that was given them, even the most fanciful or disgusting. They are no longer women — they're just slaves condemned to a lifetime of servitude and abjection.
And the mistresses' magnetic power is so great that the slaves have reached the stage where they actually adore them while still fearing them. Mabel knows no other reason for living than to breathe Dorothea von Berner's perfume, to lick her feet and live under her skirts. As for Myriam, she knows no other religion than the whip and no other worship than Eva Crimpton's fat body.
But, alas, all good things must come to an end. The holiday over, Eva Crimpton has to go back to the boarding-school which she manages and which is nothing more than a penitentiary. Since Myriam Hekings belongs to her for life, she has decided to take her with her as her personal maid. Thanks to whippings and continual discipline, Myriam has become a model chamber-slave and, at night, she is now an expert caresser, satisfying her mistress's special tastes marvellously well.
To-day, Eva Crimpton is leaving Kelingson Castle till the next holidays. Elegant and perfumed, she is driving her luxurious car. Next to her, a young woman is sitting motionless, covered with a huge mack, having the hood down. Under it, the girl is tied up: her ankles together, and her hands behind her back; her magnificent body is squeezed painfully in an iron corset, her youthful behind is imprisoned in a triple pair of rubber panties and strapped by a wide leather tape. Under the hood, the pretty mouth is gagged by means of — yes, you've guessed it! — Scotch tape, over which a silk shawl has been tied. And, finally, she is blindfolded. That young woman, unable to move, speak or see, is Myriam Hekings, or rather "Slave Myriam" who is leaving with her mistress the castle of sufferings to go to another still more painful destiny.
After the last minute kisses and embraces between the two friends, the car starts and Dorothea follows her with her eyes until it becomes a black dot on the horizon.
The beautiful governess is again alone with her slave. But not for long for, that evening, Lord Kelingson is to return to the castle after his long absence. He is quite happy at the idea of finding his niece completely tamed.
But his wishes are more than fulfilled, for, as soon as he enters the castle, a young girl throws herself at his feet. A girl? No, rather a trembling slave, made up like a prostitute, with a waspish waist and a skirt so short that one can see, when she is bending, her big buttocks sheathed in pink silk. And, while the lord recovers from his surprise at recognizing his niece Mabel, the latter is busy licking his shoes like a dog. Behind her stands Dorothea von Berner, in a long moulding black velvet dress, and holding a horsewhip.
"The slave has something to tell you milord!" the governess says.
She gives the girl a lash on her bottom and then the girl's voice pronounces these words:
"Master, I beg humbly of you that you should no longer consider me as your ward but as an obedient bitch. I am no longer Mabel Sunway but only the slave that belongs to you. On your desk, Master, you will find a deed signed by me and renouncing my whole fortune in your favour. I beg you humbly to be so kind as to keep me as your slave in the castle and I shall do my best to give you should see that my body is the body of a slave, and this body of mine will belong to you when you want it so. I swear to you obedience and faithfulness.'
After her speech, Mabel continued to lick at length the lord's dusty shoes. The latter, dumbstruck for a while, considered the governess with admiration:
"You've worked a miracle, Miss von Berner," he said at last. "I was expecting a change, but nothing like this, I can assure you!"
Then, to the kneeling girl, he said:
"That's fine, little slave, I take good note of your declarations and promises. Yet, I don't know yet whether I shall keep you in the castle or not. You belong to Miss von Berner and I wouldn't like to deprive her of your services."
"But, milord," Dorothea said, "the slave can be of some service to you. She's an excellent chambermaid who can do all kinds of works…"
Lord Kelingson went into a brown study for a while, looking into Dorothea's beautiful face now and then as if for inspiration.
"There would be a way, of course," he ventures at last.
"Yes, milord?…" Dorothea asks, eagerly.
The man walked up to her and softly took her hands in his.
"I shall be frank, Dorothea. You know the admiration I have for you, and which is not only an admiration for your capacities. So, would you do me the great favour of accepting to remain at the castle as my companion? In that way, the slave would remain at your service without having to leave Kelingson."
Dorothea's eyes sparkled with pleasure. As an answer, she drew against the lord and opened her lips invitingly.
Above Mabel's kneeling body the future lovers exchanged a passionate kiss.
A few hours later, after a good meal, Lord Kelingson and Miss von Berner sipped coffee in the drawing-room, sitting side by side on a sofa Lying down in front of her, Mabel acted as their carpet. The lord's feet lay on her breasts and Dorothea's on her face. As the governess's skirt face her mistress's fine thighs above the smart stockings, and she could even see her silk panties upon which Lord Kelingson now and then slipped his hand…
But soon a blow from the heel of a shoe on Mabel's mouth recalled her to her duty.
"Kneel down before me, Mabel!"
After the girl had obeyed, the governess ordered:
"You will go to Bridget and ask her to dress you up in a right corset and rubber drawers, then you will go and wait for me in my room, where you will be ready to undress me and wash me before I go to bed. Then-"
"Then?" Lord Kelingson asked with a smile.
"Then," Dorothea went on in a lower voice, "you will wait for your master and undress him. As the slave you will remain all night at our disposal too. And when we are both in… in our bed, you will be the impotent witness of the first night of love of your master and your mistress."
And to anticipate on the sweet prospect, the governess turned towards Lord Kelingson and again offered her lips to him while Mabel, the submissive slave, hastened towards her cruel destiny.