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As the light source in the arena dimmed to blackness, a small spot became visible in the center of the round level. gentle murmurings from the bunch could be heard as a solitary figure dressed in a black, sequined evening apparel walked elegantly across the degree and moved into that narrow-minded spear of light. She turned slowly as though surveying the crowd which surrounded her, even though all faces were now hidden in the darkness.

As the spotlight which enveloped her came slowly to full brightness, she clasped her hands lightly in front of herself, and in a somber step addressed the gathering, `` maestro and Mistresses.., Dommes and Masseurs ..., we have been well-nigh foully betrayed. ``

Her Scripture were met with a buzz of voices in the darkness. She paused until the crowd quieted once again. `` We have been betrayed by one within our own privileged circle ... one who, to protect themselves, agreed to help get down this antediluvian beau monde which we each have come to love and to serve up as it loves and serves us. ``

She smiled as she stood quietly in the center of the stage. The glare of the spotlight reflected off her perfectly E. B. White teeth. She sighed and then laughed softly. Her laugh sounded more like an expression of relief rather than of joy. After a late breathing place, she continued, `` Fortunately for us, the laminitis of many generation ago and the guardians of today erected and have maintain roadblock against such treachery. There are surety measures beyond your imagination which prevent such deceit. No one is above these measure. Even I, your Grand mistress, am watched carefully for the good of The Society. ``

She began to walk slowly around the handbill level looking out into the darkness as though she could see each and every person there and was addressing them personally. `` This society was formed many contemporaries ago in England with 20 original and Mistresses. As The Society grew, the pilot twenty decided to throttle rank to help maintain secrecy. The issue of Masters and Mistresses worldwide has remained at 300 to this day. The number of slaves has never been counted. Slaves, after all, do n't deserve to be counted. ``

She paused to let her Word of God sink in, and then strode quickly back to the very center of the stagecoach. `` The Society has associates. We have friends who share our pastime and benefit from our business leader and ascendence, but in all the world there are only 300 true members of The bon ton. Following the tradition of the founders, twenty of those phallus form The Inner Circle which governs us. As much as it pains me to say this, it was from within that inner roofy that this traitor arose. ``

She held up a pen up piece of very unfaltering paper. `` 300 very exceptional invitations went out worldwide for this annual gathering of our membership. You are an elite group. Only full members of The bon ton can attend this annual hard worker auction and jubilation. Only full members of The high society even know when and where we are to fulfil. twenty dollar bill double-dyed agendas and plans were also distributed to The Inner circle. ``

The grand piano Mistress held her deal to her head and paused as she apparently listened to something being said to her in a small earpiece that was barely visible in her exit ear. She smiled briefly and continued, `` 299 of those invitations were identical. XIX of those full agendas were admittedly and correct. One invitation was false. One agenda and planning theme was a fake. I call your care to the cover above the stage. I think you will all detect this very interesting. ``

A band of six Brobdingnagian screens arranged to be visible throughout the arena came to biography above the Grand Mistress. The characterization was slightly blurred and very shadowed. The audio was but a hugger-mugger series of quick paper. `` Team one in place. '' `` Team seven ready. '' `` Team six in place. '' `` Team five awaiting society. ``

Then a gaudy voice said, `` Go, go, go ! All team Go ! ``

Suddenly the screen door was bright with vivid images. It was evident from the rapid movement and rapidly changing scenes that this was a feed from a helmet cam of some sorting and that a foray was taking office. Police policeman and agents in vivid blue singlet with FBI on the front and back were running into an bowl very similar to the one in which the G schoolmarm now stood. SWAT team clothed in ignominious and wearing expectant body armor ran alongside them.

The loud voice spat out, `` What the hell ! '' Several vocalism shouted at once and then the loudly phonation yelled, `` Everyone quiesce ! tachometer squad One, order me what the pit is going on ! ``

A soft, but disgust representative came back, `` We 've been had. Our informant said that at least one c bitches and studs would be auctioned off tonight. She was right, but this is a god-damned dog show and these gripe are female person breeding dogs. ``

interpreter slightly away from the speaker 's microphone could be heard, but not understood. The spokesperson continued, `` It 's an accredited dog breeders organization. The president of the radical said that they normally held their event at the fair grounds, but a very generous, anonymous donor has arranged for them to have this facility each class for the succeeding ten years. They got all the right licence calendar month ago. It 's all sound. They even filed the seize change of location forms last week. ``

'' Damn ! '' replied the meretricious representative. `` We were set up. You 'd better make sure that we get that informant into witnesser protection tonight. She is the only lead-in we had into The Society. If they have n't gotten her, maybe she can still chip in us utile information. ``

The covert went dark. Another spotlight, this one very shiny, suddenly illuminated a young, red-haired woman sitting in the front row. She was attempting to get up out of her seat, but two burly man standing behind her were holding her down.

The Grand Mistress raised the mike to her mouth and said quietly, `` I think you have figured out who had the fictitious entropy, have n't you kept woman Jane ? Perhaps you now understand why I insisted that the entire inner lap arrive in exceptional limousines. The windowpane were very blue, were n't they ? And since your limousine dropped you off inside, you never realized that we were n't where you thought we would be, did you ? '' She paused and then said curtly, `` Bring her here. ``

schoolmarm Jane struggled against the grip of the two men, but they were well muscled and well trained and she did n't suffer a hazard to turn tail. As they brought her to the center of the stage, two cable television descended from the wickedness. A fleshy, black, steel I-beam hung between the cables. Near the destruction of the beam hung two short chains with leather restrains attached to them.

Two additional sentry duty joined the first two as they stepped beneath the electron beam. While the first two guard held Jane firmly in their bag, the other two stretched out her arms and pulled her hired man up to the leather simplicity which they wrapped tightly around her wrist joint and forearms. The cable length then ascended slightly into the air until Jane was pulled onto her tiptoes and beyond. Her place fell from her feet as she danced in the air, trying to reach the floor.

'' You ca n't do this, '' she screamed. `` They will know that you have me. They will find me and they will take you down. ``

'' No 'they'wo n't, '' answered the M Mistress calmly. `` We have known of your perfidiousness for some sentence now. We know that in comeback for your treason, 'they'have made arrangements for you to go into witness protection. After tonight, your identity was to be changed. After tonight, you were to take off a new life. ``

She paused to walk directly over in front of Jane and spoke in a terse, even voice, `` That is exactly what is going to happen. The bon ton will take you into our 'Witness Protection programme .'We will protect ourselves from you so that you can never be a witness against us. ``

She clapped her hands and said, `` TV ! ``

Again the screens came to life, and again they were showing helmet cam feeds from somewhere. A part was giving a report. `` She was trying to get away from individual. Whoever it was clipped her car as she was going across the river and force back it over the side track on the span. I 'm gravel she survived the drop. The medics says she does n't seem to be injured, but is very put off and disoriented. They think there might be some school principal injury and loss of retention. ``

The Grand Mistress continued, `` As you can see, 'they'think that they have just rescued you from the river. 'They'think they have saved you from the vengeance of The order. 'They'will catch you recover, but as you recover, 'they'will earn that you do n't seem to be able to retrieve much of anything - especially about The smart set. In a few month, you will decide you no longer desire to be in 'their'viewer Protection Program and will disappear. And 'they'wo n't like ... ... because after you lost your memory of everything you knew about The companionship you became useless to them. ``

The Grand schoolmarm looked directly into Jane 's eyes as she continued, `` The planning for all this took a great deal of my metre. A skilled stunt team to set up that accident was very expensive. Finding someone who can fade for you was not easy. And sufficiently rewarding her so that she will remain quiet forever is not meretricious. You have caused us many problems and owe us a great mickle, FORMER Mistress Jane. ``

Jane began to cry and beg. `` Please do n't do this. Please do n't do this. I had to do it. I had to do it. '' She was speaking rapidly. `` They had cogent evidence of tax impostor and embezzlement at my business sector, and they even said that they could essay that I had tried to kill my ex-boyfriend when he threatened to go to the police. ``

She choked back various short breathlessness before continuing, `` I did n't do that. I was only trying to scare away him. I would n't have hurt him, but they said they could make it sound like I intended to kill him. I was going to go to jail for a long time unless I cooperated with them. ``

The Grand Mistress frowned as she set her mitt on Jane 's hip to halt her swaying. Jane gave a terminal vibration sob and hung limply in her bonds. Her top dog was now down in licking and humiliation.

'' Jane ..., Jane ..., Jane, you were a part of The Inner lap. True, you were a recent addition. ... ... And true, your inclusion was mainly because of the power and influence of your lately male parent, whose business sector you have run into the basis, but as a function of that circle, you saw The Society 's mightiness and influence. We could have helped you .... we could take protected you .... we could have got saved you ... if you had just acted like a true kept woman. ``

'' If you had confessed your crimes to The Inner rope, we would sustain protected you from 'them .'You would sustain lost your topographic point on the inside council. And there would have been punishment. But there also would have been guidance, and Mistress Jane would have eventually been returned to full status among us. You did not do that because at the very core of your being you are not a honest Mistress .... You never were ! ''

Those death few run-in were nearly spat out of the grand mistress mouth. She clapped her manpower sharply together and two black-clothed security guards ran onto the phase carrying another dim I-beam. The ease at which they carried it and the high pitched clink when they set it on the floor at Jane 's feet indicated that, despite its appearing, it was a very light-weight metal, or perhaps even a modern plastic composite. Two very short chains with leather restraints were attached near each end of the beam.

The cables holding Jane in the air lowered slightly as the safeguard each grabbed a leg and pulled it outward toward the conclusion of the beam and wrapped the restraint around her ankles. The cables then raised once again until Jane was pulled taut and the radio beam rose to just off the floor.

The G schoolma'am again clapped her hands and two females in tight fitting, lean Joseph Black frock ran onto the phase. It was obvious that there was zilch under the dress but them.

'' I think you recognize your striver Trixie and Dixie ? '' asked The M Mistress. `` They know that you were abandoning them. How do you think they feel that you did n't even make placement for their safekeeping ? You did n't even put them up for auction tonight to a new, and more deserving, sea captain or Domme. ``

She gave a swift, curt nod of her head and both striver raised their mitt to reveal that each was carrying a duo of scissors. Trixie started at the fanny of the dress on Jane 's left wing and Dixie started at the bottom on her right wing and they began cutting upward through the expensive fabric. Soon, two flaps of black-market cloth were hanging from Jane 's shoulder. coinciding snips from Trixie and Dixieland and the strips of cloth fluttered to the ground leaving Jane clad only in her dark-skinned blue satin panties with matching bra and a pair of thigh-high darkness stockings. Again Trixie and Dixie timed their cuts so that the bra and then the panties fluttered to the dry land. They gathered up the refuse of cloth and scampered off stage.

Jane blushed red with plethora and ignominy. She could get word the buzz of part in the crowd and knew they were commenting on her body. In one of those sudden gaps of silence that often occurs in such murmur, she clearly heard one voice say, `` search at that cute little ass. I wish my butt was that tight. ``

Additional red flared across her skin, but this fourth dimension it was accompanied by a stab between her wooden leg and a stiffening of her pap. Her face showed daze and alarm as she thought to herself, `` Am I getting turned on by this ? ``

Jane had always been very proud of her torso and spent a great deal of meter and money to keep herself perfectly in shape. But that had always been to exhibit her superiority, not so that her body could be displayed for the enjoyment of others.

Another dip in the interference level allowed her to pick up, `` Such a flat abdomen and such sound muscle whole tone in those legs. I would n't mind owning that. ``

Her nipple stiffened further and a coolness between her wooden leg told her that moisture was beginning to seep through her pussy sass. `` Nooooo, '' she said aloud as she realized that her body was responding to the idea of being owned. She looked down into the case of The Grand mistress and could see that she was looking at her pap and then down to her glistening snatch. When The yard Mistresses eyes again looked up at Jane, there was a big smiling on her face.

'' No, no, no, no, nooooooooo, '' whimpered Jane.

The G kept woman responded with a laugh and said, `` I believe we need the assistance of security once again. ''

Two safeguard ran onto the degree. One guard released the simplicity from Jane 's leg and the other rolled the stocking down and off of her metrical unit. The control was then restored. An additional piece of strapping was then wrapped several time around the beam so that Jane 's foot was held firmly to the top of the ray. The event was to change state her leg slightly and further open her stance and prevent her from closing her ramification. They repeated the Sami procedure on the other leg so that Jane was now hanging totally spreadeagle and naked. Her body, glistening with sweating from fear, shook with her sobs as she cried silently. The guard duty pocketed the stockings and walked off stage.

The grand Mistress addressed her. `` You took great pride in calling yourself 'The Redheaded Mistress .'I have seen you naked many multiplication before as you used almost any self-justification to prove that you were a natural redhead. Your red whisker is a constituent of your identity ... or should I say, your former identity operator. ``

She clapped her hands and Trixie and Confederate States of America again appeared. This metre they were each carrying some form of haircloth clippers. Trixie began buzzing Jane 's question while Dixieland worked on the bronze thatch between Jane 's branch. After a few moments, they gathered up the hair from the trading floor and once again scampered off stage.

They returned a few instant later each carrying a green can of shaving emollient. They sprayed generous amounts of foam into their hands and began applying it to Jane 's entire body. Dixie rubbed thick level of it onto Jane 's breasts. Trixie took extra delight in working it into Jane 's snatch and ass. Soon Jane was totally encased except for her eyes.

'' That is menthol shaving pick, '' The Grand Mistress explained to the consultation. `` On the tough cutis of a man 's boldness, it feels cooling. On the bid tegument of a fair sex 's consistence, it starts out feeling cool, but soon begins to fire in an icy sort of way. ``

She clapped her hands again and the two hard worker left the stage. `` Now we need the expertness of a master barber. Jane, I think you know enough to remain perfectly still. ``

Jane, however, was not remaining still. In fact she was struggling wildly against her bonds as the menthol created its icy burning sensation between her legs. When the Samuel Barber stood in figurehead of her and opened his straight razor, however, she suddenly held very still.

He started at both destruction and worked toward the middle. The red shuck on her head was soon gone, as were her supercilium. The Barber worked very carefully removing all shaving cream from her dead body with the razor whether there was any hair apparent in that area or not. Soon the but area still covered with the white froth was between her legs.

Standing behind her, the barber held her asscheeks capable with one hand while he deftly swiped across her rosebud with the razor held in the early hand. Then, moving to her front, he held her skin taut as he scrapped the remaining red copper vestige from the folds of her crevice. Finally, he pulled a white towel from his pouch, wiped her consistence of any underage traces of foam, and left the stage.

Trixie and Confederate States reappeared. Now they were wearing clear charge card font protector and were covered from head to toe in what appeared to be downhearted, medical hazmat wooing. Each held a small bucket and a leech in their hands.

'' Close your eyes and contain them tightly shut, '' commanded The Grand Mistress.

quivering slightly in fear, Jane did so and the two slaves began wiping down her physical structure with a foul smell, slightly green liquid that burned almost immediately as it touched her skin. Soon, she was whimpering in pain and quivering in her bonds.

'' The burning only lasts a few instant, '' observed The 1000 Mistress. `` Once the hair follicle is dead, the hurting goes away. ``

Jane stopped whimpering and began thrashing against her bonds.

'' You will only hurt yourself, '' said The Grand mistress. She sounded like a female parent talking to a minuscule child, or perhaps more like a schoolmistress talking to a new slave.

Trixie and Dixie returned. Now they were carrying enceinte bucket and sponges. They rinsed off the fleeceable liquidity leaving Jane wet, shining and now totally and permanently hairless. After using expectant towels to clean the floor beneath her, they again left the stage.

'' This I will do myself, '' announced The K schoolma'am and a security measure guard raced up to her and handed her something that looked like a expectant torch with what appeared to be a vacuum cleaner adherence on the end of it.

'' This is a laser branding device, '' she explained. `` It can be programmed to burn a specific word or practice into the pelt. ``

She held it against Jane 's belly, just above her pubic osseous tissue. Jane screamed and attempted to draw in away, but the chains held her taut. After a few moments, there was a soft bleep and a small luminosity on the side of the device changed from red to green.

'' Let 's see what we have, shall we ? '' asked The Grand Mistress.

When she pulled the unit away from Jane 's cutis, a brand was visible. In large ornate letters, it said clearly, `` witness. ``

'' Mistress Jane is gone, '' began The one thousand Mistress, `` ... never to be seen again. hard worker witness, you have betrayed 300 people, including the woman who was once Mistress Jane. I decree that as your penalty, you will receive one lash for each person whom you have betrayed. ``

Jane, now slave attestor looked mutely at her as though in shock absorber. She continued, `` Normally, I would then make you the showtime slave to be sold at auction tonight, but there are extra circumstances. So instead, you are being given as a gift to the comrade who provided us with such interest video of this evening 's activities. He also is the one who first informed us of your perfidy. He was supposed to be part of your security detail. He was ordered to assure that you got safely into Witness Protection. ``

She laughed softly and turned to direct the audience. `` He has assured me that he will keep us protected from witness and will keep looker protected from us and from herself from now on. So he has fulfilled his duty. She will be in Witness Protection. ``

The cover above the stage again came to lifetime as a hooded human body in disastrous leather came onto the stage. He was carrying a enceinte party whip made of what appeared to be very soft, braided leather. The sieve showed a closeup of his hooded face. His pale blue centre looked almost ticket grey against the black of the masquerade party he wore.

In a heavy Germanic stress, he told looker and the crowd. `` `` I am an expert. You will feel each and every lash, but even after 299 solidus I will not have broken the pelt. Your body will be bruised to the ivory, but the skin will not be broken. ``

He brushed the handbuild whip slowly down the front of break one's back attestant 's body. `` The three-hundredth lash, however, I will apply differently. I want it to cut and to mark. It will be from the right face, directly across the core of your ass. It will cut deeply into the skin ... and to secure that you scar, I will decant lemon yellow succus and table salt into the lesion. That is the way that I sign my work. You will convey my signature forever. You will never be able to blank out that, tonight, you have been whipped by an artist. ``

The screens now showed a split-screen closeup of informant 's face and back. The thong uncoiled and struck with a flash `` pop. '' Slave watcher screamed. Trixie and Dixie, standing at the border of the stage in front of a microphone, counted, `` One. ``

A punishment tanning is rather a mundane and predictable consequence, but it can still be somewhat interesting, especially in the case of a new slave. The first dozen or so strokes are more jar than nuisance, especially if the slave 's physical structure responds sexually to the pain.

After about ten strokes, most of the audience could assure that witness was, indeed, responding sexually to the pain in the neck. Her cries sounded almost more like shout of confusion rather than pain - like she could not understand why her body was doing this. By the thirtieth throw, it was obvious to everyone that witness was feeling the pain as sexual stimulation. The pitch and smell of her rallying cry as well as the way that her cunt glistened in the spot made it very light that she was a painfulness slut.

Somewhere around 70 stroke, attestant had her first climax. She could feel it building in her organic structure and tried to hold it back. The disgrace of being publicly driven to orgasm by a flogging was almost too much for her to digest. As the orgasm approached, she began crying `` No, no, no. '' The crowd could find out her as she wailed, `` This ca n't be happening. This ca n't be happening. ``

The High German wielding the lash could also hear her and could clearly see her state of acute arousal. As she approached her apex, he moved so that he was directly behind her, and landed snow to the sides of her rib Cage that caused the whiplash to snake around to her front and flick her engorged teat. Her shrill screams of pain were followed immediately by a deep `` aaaaagh '' as her physical structure began to overwhelm her mind. Then, at just the right moment, the lash lord swung upward so that the whip went between her tightly stretched legs. It popped loudly as it slammed into her kitty-cat brim and her oculus and sass opened to their fullest as she screamed out in pain ... and then in orgasm.

The whip master paused while witness thrashed violently in an extremely strong extended coming. The pennywhistle and applause heaped extra ignominy upon the struggling striver, but to her astonishment, that shame heightened, rather than diminished the intensity of her feelings.

As soon as her whacking slowed, the flogging resumed. Now the painful sensation was Sir Thomas More pain than arousal, but beneath the pain was still an intense sexual foreplay. Trixie and Confederate States of America had just counted one hundred and fifty-three when attestator could be heard yelling, `` No, no, not again. I ca n't stand it. I ca n't brook it. ``

This fourth dimension, the whip maestro ignored her sexual response and continued carefully moving his lashes up and down her eubstance so that she had almost uninterrupted whip Saint Mark from carpus to ankle. Somewhere around two hundred, she again thrashed in orgasm. After that she hung limp in her bond paper whimpering with each coke of the lash.

Finally the count of the two striver reached two hundred and ninety-nine. The whip master stopped for twenty dollar bill or thirty second gear, and then snapped his whip loudly respective metre as if clearing it or limbering it. Very carefully and deliberately, he stepped to slave witnesses right slope and, after swinging the lash softly back and Forth River several times, snapped it loudly against her asscheeks.

watcher optic flew open and a new scream came from her sassing. She was well beyond sexual stimulation. This was a scream of pure infliction. The shriek became louder and even more shrill as the hooded party whip passkey then stepped forward with a lowly feeding bottle and slowly poured it across the hemorrhage welt. Three times he dribbled the yellow miscellany of lemon juice and Strategic Arms Limitation Talks across her wound. On the tertiary time, her mind slumped forward, and she passed out.

The whip master and the two slaves Trixie and South left the level and the G Mistress returned to the spot. `` Slave witness will continue here suspended above the stagecoach for the remainder of the evening that all may sleep together what awaits those who would snitch The Society. ``

With that, two pairs of security safeguard came running onto the leg carrying extra small I- beams. These long, thin beam somehow connected the speed and depress beams so that as the cables holding witness pulled her upward she would be, in fact, standing on the low-down I-beam. With various garish clicks everything locked into place, and the now all over picture systema skeletale displaying attestator bruised and swollen body continued upward until it was slightly above the mob of video screens above the stage. As she hung there above the point, two mass medium intensity spotlight illuminated her so that she was visible from any place in the arena.

As the sentry go walked off into the iniquity, Trixie and South returned with large towels and began cleaning the stage base. phallus of the hearing began rummaging in their belonging for their auction lean and their bidding routine cards, but The Grand kept woman stopped them with, `` Before we begin our auction, there is one more item of concern related to this betrayal. ``

She stood and waited for the buzz of vocalization to subside before continuing. `` None of this would have happened if I had not allowed myself to be persuaded by the double-dealer 's male parent to put her on the privileged council. I knew that was the wrong decision. I knew that she was more slave than Mistress, but I was weak and allowed her forefather to override me. I did not fulfil my duties as chiliad Mistress and do what was best for The Inner lot and The society. The faulting was mine and I have confessed this grievous error to The Inner rotary. ``

Another outburst of murmuring forced the thousand Mistress to wait for a moment before continuing. `` It has been decided that I will persist on The Inner R-2, but will give up my position as Grand Mistress. The Inner Circle has elected headmaster Tyrone to succeed me as Grand Master. ``

Again the Grand Mistress had to wait for the interference of the crowd to abate before she could finish speaking. `` My close act as your Grand mistress is to decree the punishment for my failure. I decree that the one who failed the twenty dollar bill members of The Inner Circle shall receive twenty dollar bill lashes from the whip master. She shall be shorn and displayed naked and hairless like a unwashed striver for the rest period of this evening. ``

This time the buzz from the gang droned on until The yard Mistress held up her hand and signaled for secrecy. `` I shall have my punishment properly, that you may see that I am a true Mistress. I will have Herr Peitschemaster 's gull from now on to cue me, and any who see me, that even a Grand kept woman is accountable for her mistakes. ``

Another set of cables lowered from the ceiling on the opposite side of the point from where witness was hanging. The 1000 mistress walked over, stepped out of her high dog, and stood beneath them. Two surety guards hurried onto the stagecoach and pulled her arms apart and fastened them to the control. The ray of light then rose slightly into the air.

Two more security measures precaution ran onto the stagecoach carrying another of the light-weight spreader I- beams. They spread her legs and bound her feet with the restraints, fixing her feet firmly to the beam as they had done Jane 's. Then Trixie and Confederate States of America returned to the stage with their scissors hold.

The Grand Mistress had prepared herself. When the black, sequined gown fluttered to the ground, there was nothing beneath it. Her body was not as slender as the much untested buckle down witness, but it was very well toned, and the light brownish hairsbreadth between her pegleg was neatly trimmed into a small triangle.

The two slaves scampered off leg and returned with their clipper. The Grand Mistress hung stoically as they buzzed the tomentum off her head and from between her ramification. She continued to remain inactive as they slathered the menthol shaving emollient across her pelt. Her only answer was a slight face when Trixie forced a large handful of the emollient into her cunt.

The barber came back on point and completed the depilation. After he had wiped any excess foam from her body, the party whip master returned. Again the screens above the stage were split- screened with images of the 1000 Mistresses face and ass.

Herr Peitschemaster drew back his lash and a brassy `` pop '' echoed through the bowl. `` One, '' said the Grand Mistress. early than the enumeration, no early words or audio escaped her back talk until after the twentieth lash when the whip professional poured the lemon juice and Strategic Arms Limitation Talks mixture into the combat injury. Her sharp intake of breathing time through gritted teeth could be heard throughout the arena.

The whip original left the phase and a very good-looking pitch blackness man in his forties walked onto the stage. He gave a hand signal and the certificate men connected the upright beam of light. Then the cables holding the former M Mistress raised her up to a position similar to break one's back witness. Spotlights came on to illumine her so that she also could be seen throughout the arena.

Once she was in place, the theatre visible radiation raised slightly so that the penis of the audience were once again seeable. Master Tyrone addressed the bunch. `` madam and valet de chambre ..., master and fancy woman ..., Dommes and Masseurs ..., slave kelly will remain a slave - my slave - until the whisker on her head has regrown to the length of one in. After that has occurred, mistress Kelly will once again be a full phallus of The Society and of The Inner Circle and will be treated as such by everyone. ``

He paused and looked around the scene of action at the crew. `` nonstarter to deal her as a slave during her menstruation of punishment or failure to acknowledge her as a full kept woman once her punishment is ended will work punishment upon yourself. Those are the principle, and, as you have seen very clearly tonight, no one in The Society is above the rules. ``

With that, he pulled a sheaf of written document from an inner sac, flexed his shoulder to settle his coat, and said loudly, `` Now, we have some slaves to buy and deal. I declare this vendue open. Bring out the firstly point. ``

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