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As the lights in the arena dimmed to blackness, a small spotlight became seeable in the gist of the broadside phase. sonant murmurings from the crowd could be heard as a solitary figure dressed in a dark, sequined evening dress walked elegantly across the degree and moved into that nail down shaft of brightness. She turned slowly as though surveying the gang 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 sombre feel addressed the gathering, `` Masters and Mistresses.., Dommes and Masseurs ..., we have been most foully betrayed. ``

Her words were met with a buzz of voices in the duskiness. She paused until the crowd quieted once again. `` We have been betrayed by one within our own inner round ... one who, to protect themselves, agreed to assist take down this ancient smart set which we each have come to jazz and to serve as it loves and serves us. ``

She smiled as she stood quietly in the center of the degree. The glare of the spotlight reflected off her perfectly white tooth. She sighed and then laughed softly. Her laugh sounded more like an manifestation of respite rather than of joy. After a deep breath, she continued, `` Fortunately for us, the founders of many generations ago and the guardian of today erected and have maintain barrier against such betrayal. There are security mensuration beyond your vision which prevent such dissimulation. No one is above these bar. Even I, your 1000 schoolmistress, am watched carefully for the trade good of The Society. ``

She began to take the air slowly around the circular stage looking out into the iniquity as though she could see each and every soul there and was addressing them personally. `` This society was formed many generations ago in England with twenty Masters and Mistresses. As The companionship grew, the original twenty dollar bill decided to limit rank to help maintain privateness. The number of Masters and Mistresses worldwide has remained at 300 to this day. The number of striver has never been counted. Slaves, after all, do n't merit to be counted. ``

She paused to let her words sink in, and then strode quickly back to the very center of the microscope stage. `` The fellowship has associate. We have acquaintance who percentage our interest and benefit from our power and dominance, but in all the domain there are only 300 true appendage of The guild. Following the custom of the founding father, twenty of those member form The Inner Circle which governs us. As much as it pains me to say this, it was from within that inside circle that this betrayer arose. ``

She held up a folded piece of very stiff paper. `` 300 very especial invitations went out worldwide for this yearbook gathering of our rank. You are an elite grouping. Only full members of The Society can attend this one-year hard worker auction sale and celebration. Only wide members of The beau monde even know when and where we are to see. Twenty fill out agendas and plans were also distributed to The Inner roundabout. ``

The Grand fancy woman held her hired man 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 left ear. She smiled briefly and continued, `` 299 of those invitations were indistinguishable. nineteen of those full-of-the-moon agendas were true up and rectify. One invitation was false. One agenda and planning composition was a fake. I call your attention to the sieve above the stage. I think you will all ascertain this very interesting. ``

A anchor ring of six huge cover arranged to be visible throughout the arena came to living above the grand piano kept woman. The icon was slightly blurred and very shadowed. The audio recording was but a jumbled serial publication of straightaway reports. `` squad one in berth. '' `` Team seven ready. '' `` squad six in place. '' `` team five awaiting orders. ``

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

Suddenly the screen was bright with vivid images. It was plain from the rapid movement and rapidly changing picture that this was a provender from a helmet cam of some kind and that a raid was taking place. law officers and factor in bright blue vests with FBI on the strawman and back were running into an arena very standardized to the one in which the G Mistress now stood. SWAT teams clothed in black and wearing clayey eubstance armor ran alongside them.

The loud representative spat out, `` What the hell ! '' several articulation shouted at once and then the gaudy vocalism yelled, `` Everyone tranquillise ! Tach Team One, say me what the nether region is going on ! ``

A delicate, but sick vocalism came back, `` We 've been had. Our source said that at least one one C bitch and rivet would be auctioned off tonight. She was right, but this is a god-damned dog show and these beef are female breeding dogs. ``

phonation slightly away from the speaker 's microphone could be heard, but not tacit. The articulation continued, `` It 's an commissioned dog breeders organization. The president of the group said that they normally held their case at the just grounds, but a very generous, anonymous conferrer has arranged for them to have this facility each year for the next ten years. They got all the right permits months ago. It 's all sound. They even filed the set aside alteration of positioning forms conclusion hebdomad. ``

'' Damn ! '' replied the trashy spokesperson. `` We were set up. You 'd meliorate earn surely that we get that informant into witnesser tribute tonight. She is the simply principal we had into The club. If they have n't gotten her, maybe she can still give us utile data. ``

The sieve went night. Another spotlight, this one very burnished, suddenly illuminated a young, red-haired woman sitting in the front row. She was attempting to get up out of her seat, but two beefy valet standing behind her were holding her down.

The chiliad Mistress raised the microphone to her mouth and said quietly, `` I think you have figured out who had the false data, have n't you schoolma'am Jane ? Perhaps you now understand why I insisted that the entire inner circle arrive in special limousines. The windowpane were very dark, 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, `` convey her here. ``

schoolmistress Jane struggled against the grip of the two men, but they were well muscled and well trained and she did n't feature a chance to scarper. As they brought her to the middle of the phase, two cables descended from the darkness. A heavy, Shirley Temple Black, sword I-beam hung between the cables. Near the goal of the ray hung two short chain of mountains with leather restrains attached to them.

Two additional guards joined the first two as they stepped beneath the beam. While the starting time two safety held Jane firmly in their clench, the early two stretched out her arms and pulled her hands up to the leather simplicity which they wrapped tightly around her carpus and forearms. The cables then ascended slightly into the air until Jane was pulled onto her tiptoes and beyond. Her shoes fell from her fundament as she danced in the air, trying to reach the floor.

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

'' No 'they'wo n't, '' answered the Grand mistress calmly. `` We have known of your treachery for some clip now. We know that in return for your treason, 'they'have made arrangements for you to go into watcher protection. After tonight, your individuality was to be changed. After tonight, you were to start a new life. ``

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

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

Again the screens came to life, and again they were showing helmet cam feeds from somewhere. A vocalism was giving a report. `` She was trying to get away from someone. Whoever it was clipped her car as she was going across the river and drove it over the side railing on the bridge. I 'm amazed she survived the drop. The trefoil says she does n't seem to be injured, but is very disconcert and disoriented. They think there might be some head injuries 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 society. 'They'will observe you recover, but as you recover, 'they'will take in that you do n't seem to be able to commemorate a great deal of anything - especially about The Society. In a few months, you will decide you no longer want to be in 'their'Witness protective covering plan and will disappear. And 'they'wo n't wish ... ... because after you lost your retentivity of everything you knew about The fellowship 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 heap of my time. A skilled stunt team to set up that accident was very expensive. Finding mortal who can buy the farm for you was not loose. And sufficiently rewarding her so that she will stay quiet forever is not cheap. You have caused us many job and owe us a swell deal, FORMER kept woman 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 validation of tax shammer and misappropriation at my business enterprise, and they even said that they could prove that I had tried to vote down my ex-boyfriend when he threatened to go to the police. ``

She choked back several dead son of a bitch before continuing, `` I did n't do that. I was only trying to scare off 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 yard Mistress frowned as she set her hands on Jane 's hip to check her swaying. Jane gave a net trembling sob and hung limply in her bail bond. Her foreland was now down in licking and humiliation.

'' Jane ..., Jane ..., Jane, you were a part of The Inner rotary. True, you were a recent addition. ... ... And true, your inclusion was mainly because of the world power and influence of your recent founder, whose occupation you have run into the flat coat, but as a part of that circle, you saw The club 's power and influence. We could have helped you .... we could have got protected you .... we could give saved you ... if you had just acted like a true mistress. ``

'' If you had confessed your crimes to The Inner Circle, we would possess protected you from 'them .'You would have lost your place on the interior council. And there would experience been penalty. But there also would receive been guidance, and schoolmarm Jane would give birth 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 true Mistress .... You never were ! ''

Those last few words were nearly spat out of the chiliad Mistresses oral fissure. She clapped her manpower sharply together and two black-clothed security safety device ran onto the stage carrying another black I-beam. The ease at which they carried it and the gamey pitched clink when they set it on the floor at Jane 's invertebrate foot indicated that, despite its coming into court, it was a very light-weight metal, or perhaps even a modern font plastic composite. Two very brusk chains with leather simplicity were attached near each end of the beam.

The cables holding Jane in the air lowered slightly as the sentry duty each grabbed a leg and pulled it outward toward the ends of the light beam and wrapped the control around her ankles. The transmission line then raised once again until Jane was pulled taut and the light beam rose to just off the floor.

The Grand Mistress again clapped her hands and two females in smashed accommodation, skimpy blackamoor frock ran onto the degree. It was obvious that there was nothing under the dresses but them.

'' I think you recognize your slave Trixie and South ? '' asked The grand schoolmistress. `` They know that you were abandoning them. How do you think they feel that you did n't even make arrangements for their safekeeping ? You did n't even put them up for vendue tonight to a new, and more deserving, skipper or Domme. ``

She gave a Dean Swift, curt nod of her head and both hard worker raised their hands to reveal that each was carrying a pair of scissors grip. Trixie started at the bottom of the frock on Jane 's left wing and Dixie started at the bottom on her right and they began cutting upward through the expensive stuff. Soon, two fluttering of black material were hanging from Jane 's shoulders. Simultaneous snip from Trixie and dixie and the strips of cloth fluttered to the ground leaving Jane clad only in her nighttime Amytal satin panties with matching bra and a couplet of thigh-high moody stockings. Again Trixie and Dixie timed their cut of meat so that the bra and then the pantie fluttered to the ground. They gathered up the food waste of cloth and scampered off stage.

Jane blushed red with superfluity and disgrace. She could hear the buzz of articulation in the crowd and knew they were commenting on her body. In one of those sudden break of muteness that often occurs in such murmuring, she clearly heard one vocalization say, `` Look at that cute little ass. I wish my rump was that tight. ``

Additional redness flared across her hide, but this fourth dimension it was accompanied by a twinge between her leg and a stiffening of her tit. Her typeface showed shock and alert as she thought to herself, `` Am I getting turned on by this ? ``

Jane had always been very proud of her body and spent a great mass of time and money to keep herself perfectly in pattern. But that had always been to depict her superiority, not so that her consistence could be displayed for the use of others.

Another dip in the stochasticity level allowed her to hear, `` Such a flat belly and such near muscleman tonus in those legs. I would n't beware owning that. ``

Her nipples stiffened further and a coolness between her legs told her that moisture was beginning to seep through her kitty backtalk. `` Nooooo, '' she said aloud as she realized that her body was responding to the idea of being owned. She looked down into the face of The chiliad schoolmarm and could see that she was looking at her teat and then down to her glistening cunt. When The Grand schoolmarm eyes again looked up at Jane, there was a big smile on her face.

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

The Grand Mistresses responded with a laugh and said, `` I believe we need the assist of security system once again. ''

Two guards ran onto the degree. One safeguard released the simpleness from Jane 's leg and the other rolled the stocking down and off of her human foot. The restraint 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 beam. The effect was to sprain her leg slightly and further open her stance and prevent her from closing her wooden leg. They repeated the same procedure on the other leg so that Jane was now hanging totally spread-eagle and raw. Her organic structure, glistening with sweating from veneration, shook with her sobs as she cried silently. The sentry go pocketed the stockings and walked off stage.

The Grand mistress addressed her. `` You took cracking pride in calling yourself 'The Redheaded schoolmistress .'I have seen you naked many times before as you used almost any exculpation to turn out that you were a natural redhead. Your red hair is a part of your identity ... or should I say, your one-time individuality. ``

She clapped her script and Trixie and Confederate States of America again appeared. This time they were each carrying some bod of hair limiter. Trixie began buzzing Jane 's principal while Confederate States of America worked on the bronze Teach between Jane 's ramification. After a few moments, they gathered up the haircloth from the floor and once again scampered off stage.

They returned a few import later each carrying a green can of shaving cream. They sprayed generous sum of money of froth into their workforce and began applying it to Jane 's entire body. Dixie rubbed blockheaded layers of it onto Jane 's breasts. Trixie took peculiar delight in working it into Jane 's snatch and ass. Soon Jane was totally encased except for her eyes.

'' That is menthol shaving cream, '' The G Mistress explained to the hearing. `` On the tough skin of a man 's cheek, it feels cooling. On the tender skin of a charwoman 's body, it starts out feeling cool, but soon begins to burn in an icy sort of way. ``

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

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

He started at both end and worked toward the heart. The red shuck on her head was soon gone, as were her eyebrows. The barber worked very carefully removing all shaving cream from her body with the razor whether there was any pilus apparent in that area or not. Soon the only area still covered with the white foam was between her legs.

Standing behind her, the barber held her asscheeks opened with one helping hand while he deftly swiped across her rosebud with the razor held in the other hired hand. Then, moving to her front, he held her tegument taut as he scrapped the remaining scarlet copper color phantom from the flock of her crack. Finally, he pulled a Patrick Victor Martindale White towel from his pocket, wiped her body of any minor traces of foam, and left the stage.

Trixie and Confederate States of America reappeared. Now they were wearing clear charge card face protectors and were covered from head to toe in what appeared to be blue, medical hazmat suits. Each held a small bucket and a quick study in their hands.

'' Close your middle and hold them tightly shut, '' commanded The grand Mistress.

Shaking slightly in fear, Jane did so and the two slaves began wiping down her body with a foul smelling, slightly Green liquid that burned almost immediately as it touched her tegument. Soon, she was whimpering in pain and quivering in her bonds.

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

Jane stopped whimpering and began thrashing against her bonds.

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

Trixie and Confederate States returned. Now they were carrying larger buckets and sponges. They rinsed off the Green liquidness leaving Jane wet, burnished and now totally and permanently hairless. After using tumid towels to clean the floor beneath her, they again left the stage.

'' This I will do myself, '' announced The Grand Mistress and a protection sentry duty raced up to her and handed her something that looked like a gravid flashlight with what appeared to be a vacuum unobjectionable attachment on the end of it.

'' This is a laser branding device, '' she explained. `` It can be programmed to cut a particular word or figure into the peel. ``

She held it against Jane 's belly, just above her pubic bone. Jane screamed and attempted to displume away, but the chains held her taut. After a few bit, there was a piano bleep and a small light on the incline of the device changed from red to green.

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

When she pulled the whole away from Jane 's cutis, a stain was seeable. In prominent ornate letter of the alphabet, it said clearly, `` witness. ``

'' fancy woman Jane is gone, '' began The M mistress, `` ... never to be seen again. Slave witness, you have betrayed 300 people, including the woman who was once schoolmarm Jane. I decree that as your punishment, you will receive one cilium for each mortal whom you have betrayed. ``

Jane, now slave witness looked mutely at her as though in electric shock. She continued, `` Normally, I would then make you the first slave to be sold at auction tonight, but there are special circumstances. So instead, you are being given as a giving to the associate who provided us with such interesting television of this evening 's natural action. He also is the one who first informed us of your treachery. He was supposed to be part of your tribute detail. He was ordered to guarantee that you got safely into witness Protection. ``

She laughed softly and turned to address the audience. `` He has assured me that he will keep us protected from witness and will keep viewer protected from us and from herself from now on. So he has fulfilled his responsibility. She will be in Witness tribute. ``

The screen door above the microscope stage again came to spirit as a hooded figure in bootleg leather came onto the stagecoach. He was carrying a with child whiplash made of what appeared to be very soft, braided leather. The cover showed a closeup of his hooded fount. His pallid blue eyes looked almost slate gray against the black of the masquerade he wore.

In a clayey Germanic language accent, he told witness and the bunch. `` `` I am an expert. You will experience each and every thong, but even after 299 virgule I will not get broken the tegument. Your body will be bruised to the off-white, but the skin will not be broken. ``

He brushed the spiral whip slowly down the strawman of slave viewer 's body. `` The 300th lash, however, I will enforce differently. I want it to cut and to distinguish. It will be from the right incline, directly across the center of your ass. It will cut deeply into the cutis ... and to insure that you scar, I will pour out lemon juice and salt into the wound. That is the way that I sign my work. You will carry my signature forever. You will never be able to forget that, tonight, you have been whipped by an artist. ``

The screens now showed a split-screen closeup of viewer 's face and back. The thong uncoiled and struck with a loud `` pop. '' Slave viewer screamed. Trixie and Dixieland, standing at the edge of the stage in front of a microphone, counted, `` One. ``

A penalization whipping is rather a mundane and predictable event, but it can still be somewhat worry, especially in the pillow slip of a new slave. The first twelve or so strokes are more jolt than pain, especially if the striver 's body responds sexually to the pain in the ass.

After about ten CVA, nigh of the audience could tell that informant was, indeed, responding sexually to the pain. Her battle cry sounded almost more alike cries of confusion rather than pain - like she could not understand why her body was doing this. By the thirtieth stroke, it was obvious to everyone that witness was feeling the hurting as sexual stimulation. The pitch and tone of her watchword as well as the way that her cunt glistened in the spotlights made it very vindicated that she was a painfulness slut.

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

The German wielding the whiplash could also hear her and could clearly see her State Department of intense arousal. As she approached her efflorescence, he moved so that he was directly behind her, and landed blows to the face of her rib cage that caused the whip to snake around to her presence and flick her overindulge nipples. Her shrill screams of nuisance were followed immediately by a deep `` aaaaagh '' as her eubstance began to overwhelm her psyche. Then, at just the correctly moment, the whip lord swung upward so that the whip went between her tightly stretched legs. It popped loudly as it slammed into her pussy lips and her optic and mouth opened to their fullest as she screamed out in pain ... and then in orgasm.

The whiplash passkey paused while witness thrashed violently in an extremely strong extended orgasm. The whistles and applause heaped extra disgrace upon the struggling slave, but to her amazement, that shame heightened, rather than diminish the strength of her feelings.

As soon as her walloping slowed, the flogging resumed. Now the pain was to a greater extent bother than foreplay, but beneath the botheration was still an vivid sexual input. Trixie and South had just counted one hundred and fifty-three when spectator could be heard shouting, `` No, no, not again. I ca n't stand it. I ca n't stand it. ``

This time, the whip master ignored her intimate response and continued carefully moving his lashes up and down her body so that she had almost continuous whip Simon Marks from articulatio radiocarpea to ankle. Somewhere around two hundred, she again thrashed in orgasm. After that she hung limp in her bonds whimpering with each C of the lash.

Finally the counting of the two slaves reached two hundred and ninety-nine. The whip master stopped for twenty dollar bill or thirty seconds, and then snapped his whiplash loudly various times as if clearing it or limbering it. Very carefully and deliberately, he stepped to knuckle down witnesses right side and, after swinging the whiplash softly back and off several fourth dimension, snapped it loudly against her asscheeks.

informant centre flew open and a new scream came from her mouth. She was well beyond sexual stimulation. This was a scream of pure nuisance. The screech became louder and even more shrill as the hooded whiplash master then stepped forward with a small bottleful and slowly poured it across the hemorrhage welt. Three times he dribbled the yellow mixture of lemon juice and salt across her wound. On the third prison term, her pass slumped forward, and she passed out.

The lash master and the two slaves Trixie and South left the level and the Grand Mistress returned to the spotlight. `` slave looker will remain here suspended above the stage for the residuum of the even that all may know what awaits those who would betray The high society. ``

With that, two pairs of security measures guards came running onto the stage carrying additional small I- beam of light. These longsighted, slender beams somehow connected the upper and lower ray so that as the cable system holding witness pulled her upward she would be, in fact, standing on the grim I-beam. With several garish clicks everything locked into place, and the now gross motion-picture show physical body displaying informant bruised and swollen body continued upward until it was slightly above the ring of video recording screens above the point. As she hung there above the phase, two medium intensity spotlights illuminated her so that she was visible from any place in the arena.

As the sentry duty walked off into the shadow, Trixie and Dixie returned with boastfully towels and began cleaning the stage floor. fellow member of the hearing began rummaging in their belonging for their auction tilt and their dictation number card game, but The Grand Mistress stopped them with, `` Before we begin our auction, there is one more particular of business organisation related to this treason. ``

She stood and waited for the buzz of voices to subside before continuing. `` None of this would consume happened if I had not allowed myself to be persuaded by the traitor 's father to put her on the privileged council. I knew that was the wrong decision. I knew that she was more slave than schoolma'am, but I was feeble and allowed her father to overrule me. I did not carry through my obligation as Grand schoolma'am and do what was best for The Inner rope and The society. The fault was mine and I have confessed this grievous erroneous belief to The Inner Circle. ``

Another burst of murmuring forced the M Mistress to await for a moment before continuing. `` It has been decided that I will stay on on The Inner Mexican valium, but will present up my position as Grand Mistress. The Inner Circle has elected superior Tyrone to come through me as chiliad Master. ``

Again the Grand Mistress had to hold back for the noise of the crew to abate before she could finish speaking. `` My survive act as your Grand schoolmistress is to decree the punishment for my failure. I decree that the one who failed the twenty members of The Inner set shall receive twenty lashes from the whip skipper. She shall be shorn and displayed raw and hairless like a common slave for the remainder of this eve. ``

This time the buzz from the bunch droned on until The one thousand Mistress held up her hand and signaled for silence. `` I shall accept my penalisation properly, that you may see that I am a rightful kept woman. I will bear Herr Peitschemaster 's sign from now on to remind me, and any who see me, that even a Grand Mistress is accountable for her mistakes. ``

Another set of overseas telegram lowered from the ceiling on the face-to-face English of the stage from where witness was hanging. The Grand fancy woman walked over, stepped out of her high blackguard, and stood beneath them. Two security guard duty hurried onto the stage and pulled her arms apart and fastened them to the constraint. The beam then rose slightly into the air.

Two more protection guards ran onto the stage carrying another of the light-weight spreader I- beams. They spread her legs and bound her invertebrate foot with the control, 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 scissor hold.

The Grand fancy woman had prepared herself. When the grim, sequined gown fluttered to the ground, there was aught beneath it. Her body was not as slender as the much jr. slave witness, but it was very well toned, and the Inner Light brown haircloth between her legs was neatly trimmed into a low triangle.

The two hard worker scampered off stage and returned with their clipper ship. The Grand Mistress hung stoically as they buzzed the hair off her nous and from between her legs. She continued to remain motionless as they slathered the menthol shaving cream across her skin. Her only reaction was a thin grimace when Trixie forced a gravid handful of the cream into her cunt.

The barber came back on stagecoach and completed the depilation. After he had wiped any excess foam from her consistency, the whip schoolmaster returned. Again the screens above the degree were split- screened with trope of the Grand Mistresses aspect and ass.

Herr Peitschemaster drew back his party whip and a loud `` pop '' echoed through the arena. `` One, '' said the chiliad Mistress. Other than the count, no former Son or sound escaped her brim until after the twentieth lash when the whip headmaster poured the Citrus limon juice and table salt mixture into the combat injury. Her penetrating uptake of breath through gritted teeth could be heard throughout the arena.

The whip master left the stage and a very giving Black man in his mid-forties walked onto the degree. He gave a deal sign and the security men connected the unsloped radio beam. Then the line holding the former Grand schoolmarm raised her up to a position like to break one's back informant. public eye came on to illuminate her so that she also could be seen throughout the arena.

Once she was in plaza, the theater lights raised slightly so that the members of the audience were once again visible. Master Tyrone addressed the crowd. `` Ladies and Gentlemen ..., sea captain and Mistresses ..., Dommes and Masseurs ..., slave kelly will remain a slave - my slave - until the pilus on her head has regrown to the length of one in. After that has occurred, schoolmarm Kelly will once again be a full member of The smart set and of The Inner R-2 and will be treated as such by everyone. ``

He paused and looked around the arena at the gang. `` failure to address her as a slave during her period of penalization or failure to know her as a to the full fancy woman once her penalty is ended will bring penalisation upon yourself. Those are the rules, and, as you have seen very clearly tonight, no one in The fellowship is above the formula. ``

With that, he pulled a sheaf of papers from an inner pocket, flexed his shoulders to finalise his coat, and said loudly, `` Now, we have some striver to buy and sell. I declare this auction bridge open. Bring out the low gear item. ``

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