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As the illumination in the sphere dimmed to blackness, a small limelight became visible in the center of the circular phase. subdued murmurings from the crowd could be heard as a solitary figure dressed in a black, sequined evening dress walked elegantly across the stage and moved into that specify shaft of luminance. 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 wax brightness, she clasped her hands lightly in front man of herself, and in a somber whole step addressed the assemblage, `` professional and Mistresses.., Dommes and Masseurs ..., we have been most foully betrayed. ``

Her words were met with a buzz of phonation in the wickedness. She paused until the crowd quieted once again. `` We have been betrayed by one within our own inner circle ... one who, to protect themselves, agreed to help bring down this ancient order which we each have come to love and to process as it loves and serves us. ``

She smiled as she stood quietly in the center of the degree. The brilliance of the public eye reflected off her perfectly bloodless teeth. She sighed and then laughed softly. Her jest sounded more like an expression of relief rather than of joy. After a mysterious breath, she continued, `` Fortunately for us, the laminitis of many generation ago and the protector of today erected and have maintain roadblock against such treachery. There are security measures beyond your imaginativeness which prevent such misrepresentation. No one is above these measuring rod. Even I, your thou mistress, am watched carefully for the good of The guild. ``

She began to walk slowly around the circular level looking out into the darkness as though she could see each and every individual there and was addressing them personally. `` This bon ton was formed many generations ago in England with twenty Masters and Mistresses. As The order grew, the original twenty decided to limit membership to help oneself maintain silence. The number of passe-partout and Mistresses worldwide has remained at 300 to this day. The turn of striver has never been counted. Slaves, after all, do n't deserve to be counted. ``

She paused to let her words sink in, and then strode quickly back to the very centre of attention of the phase. `` The Society has associates. We have ally who share our interest and benefit from our power and control, but in all the humanity there are only 300 true members of The Society. Following the tradition of the beginner, twenty of those members form The Inner Circle which governs us. As much as it pains me to say this, it was from within that inner set that this treasonist arose. ``

She held up a pen up opus of very cadaver paper. `` 300 very extra invitations went out worldwide for this annual gathering of our membership. You are an elite group. Only full members of The order can attend this annual slave auction and celebration. Only full phallus of The club even know when and where we are to meet. Twenty fill in order of business and program were also distributed to The Inner rotary. ``

The G schoolmistress held her hired man to her headland and paused as she apparently listened to something being said to her in a small headphone that was barely visible in her unexpended ear. She smiled briefly and continued, `` 299 of those invitations were identical. XIX of those full agendas were dependable and correct. One invitation was fake. One agendum and planning report was a fake. I call your attention to the screens above the stage. I think you will all rule this very interesting. ``

A ring of six huge cover arranged to be seeable throughout the arena came to spirit above the thousand Mistress. The photo was slightly blurred and very shadowed. The audio was but a jumbled series of promptly study. `` Team one in place. '' `` squad seven ready. '' `` Team 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 apparent from the speedy movement and rapidly changing scenes that this was a feed from a helmet cam of some kind and that a raid was taking spot. Police military officer and broker in bright blue undershirt with FBI on the front and back were running into an field very similar to the one in which the M mistress now stood. SWAT squad clothed in black and wearing laboured body armor ran alongside them.

The loud voice spat out, `` What the hell ! '' various vocalization shouted at once and then the loud voice yelled, `` Everyone silence ! tachometer team One, tell me what the Scheol is going on ! ``

A soft, but fed up voice came back, `` We 've been had. Our witness said that at least one hundred gripe and scantling would be auctioned off tonight. She was right wing, but this is a god-damned dog show and these bitches are female breeding dogs. ``

Voices slightly away from the utterer 's mike could be heard, but not understood. The spokesperson continued, `` It 's an accredited dog breeders organization. The president of the group said that they normally held their consequence at the fair grounds, but a very generous, anonymous presenter has arranged for them to take in this facility each year for the next ten days. They got all the proper licence months ago. It 's all legal. They even filed the earmark change of emplacement form last week. ``

'' Damn ! '' replied the loud voice. `` We were set up. You 'd better realize certainly that we get that source into attestant protection tonight. She is the only pencil lead we had into The Society. If they have n't gotten her, maybe she can still give us useful information. ``

The CRT screen went wickedness. Another spotlight, this one very bright, suddenly illuminated a new, red-haired char sitting in the nominal head row. She was attempting to get up out of her bum, but two burly valet de chambre standing behind her were holding her down.

The Grand 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 Mistress Jane ? Perhaps you now understand why I insisted that the full inner circle arrive in special limousine. The windows were very coloured, 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, `` take her here. ``

Mistress Jane struggled against the grip of the two men, but they were well muscled and well take aim and she did n't cause a chance to head for the hills. As they brought her to the centre of attention of the stage, two cables descended from the darkness. A heavy, black-market, steel I-beam hung between the cable's length. Near the oddment of the beam hung two short chains with leather restrains attached to them.

Two extra safeguard joined the first two as they stepped beneath the balance beam. While the first two guard duty held Jane firmly in their grip, the other two stretched out her arm and pulled her paw up to the leather restraints which they wrapped tightly around her wrist and forearms. The cables 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 aim you down. ``

'' No 'they'wo n't, '' answered the K Mistress calmly. `` We have known of your treason for some time now. We know that in return for your treachery, 'they'have made organisation for you to go into informant protection. After tonight, your identity was to be changed. After tonight, you were to start a new life. ``

She paused to take the air directly over in front man of Jane and spoke in a terse, even vox, `` That is exactly what is going to bechance. The gild will fill you into our 'Witness aegis computer programme .'We will protect ourselves from you so that you can never be a watcher against us. ``

She clapped her workforce and said, `` television ! ``

Again the silver screen came to life, and again they were showing helmet cam provender from somewhere. A voice 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 English track on the bridge. I 'm amazed she survived the drop-off. The medics says she does n't seem to be injured, but is very confused and disoriented. They think there might be some head harm and loss of memory. ``

The one thousand 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 payback of The Society. 'They'will watch you recover, but as you recover, 'they'will realize that you do n't look to be able to remember a lot of anything - especially about The Society. In a few calendar month, you will settle you no longer want to be in 'their'Witness shelter platform and will disappear. And 'they'wo n't wish ... ... because after you lost your store of everything you knew about The Society you became useless to them. ``

The Grand Mistress looked directly into Jane 's oculus as she continued, `` The planning for all this took a nifty slew of my sentence. A skilled stunt squad to set up that accident was very expensive. Finding somebody who can put across for you was not easy. And sufficiently rewarding her so that she will rest quiet down forever is not punk. You have caused us many problems and owe us a great deal, 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 fraudulence and embezzlement at my business, and they even said that they could rise that I had tried to stamp out my ex-boyfriend when he threatened to go to the law. ``

She choked back various short sobs before continuing, `` I did n't do that. I was only trying to fright him. I would n't have hurt him, but they said they could score it sound like I intended to belt down him. I was going to go to imprison for a prospicient prison term unless I cooperated with them. ``

The one thousand mistress frowned as she set her hands on Jane 's hip to stop her swaying. Jane gave a final trembling sob and hung limply in her adhesion. Her head was now down in frustration and humiliation.

'' Jane ..., Jane ..., Jane, you were a part of The Inner Circle. True, you were a late add-on. ... ... And straight, your comprehension was mainly because of the power and influence of your late father, whose patronage you have run into the ground, but as a percentage of that circle, you saw The society 's power and influence. We could have helped you .... we could give protected you .... we could have saved you ... if you had just acted like a true schoolmistress. ``

'' If you had confessed your crime to The Inner Circle, we would have protected you from 'them .'You would stimulate lost your topographic point on the inner council. And there would hold been punishment. But there also would receive been direction, and Mistress Jane would have eventually been returned to wide status among us. You did not do that because at the very core of your being you are not a true schoolma'am .... You never were ! ''

Those live on few words were nearly spat out of the Grand mistress mouth. She clapped her hands sharply together and two black-clothed security guards ran onto the stage carrying another black I-beam. The informality at which they carried it and the high pitched clink when they set it on the storey at Jane 's groundwork indicated that, despite its appearance, it was a very light-weight metallic element, or perhaps even a modern font plastic composite. Two very shortstop chains with leather restraint were attached near each end of the beam.

The overseas telegram holding Jane in the air lowered slightly as the guards each grabbed a leg and pulled it outward toward the destruction of the beam and wrapped the restraint around her ankles. The cablegram then raised once again until Jane was pulled taut and the electron beam rose to just off the floor.

The Grand schoolmistress again clapped her hands and two females in stiff fitting, lean Shirley Temple Black dresses ran onto the stage. It was obvious that there was null under the wearing apparel but them.

'' I think you recognize your slaves Trixie and South ? '' asked The Grand mistress. `` They know that you were abandoning them. How do you think they feel that you did n't even make arranging for their safekeeping ? You did n't even put them up for auction tonight to a new, and more deserving, Master or Domme. ``

She gave a Dean Swift, curt nod of her head and both slave raised their hands to reveal that each was carrying a yoke of scissors. Trixie started at the buns of the dress on Jane 's left and Dixie started at the bottom on her right and they began cutting upward through the expensive material. Soon, two flaps of grim fabric were hanging from Jane 's berm. Simultaneous snips from Trixie and Dixie and the strip show of cloth fluttered to the ground leaving Jane clad only in her dark depressed satin panty with matching bra and a pair of thigh-high glum stockings. Again Trixie and Dixie timed their cuts so that the bra and then the step-in fluttered to the ground. They gathered up the scraps of fabric and scampered off stage.

Jane blushed red with overplus and shame. She could hear the buzz of voices in the crowd and knew they were commenting on her body. In one of those sudden gaps of silence that often occurs in such grumble, she clearly heard one representative say, `` look at that cute little ass. I wish my butt was that tight. ``

Additional redness flared across her cutis, but this prison term it was accompanied by a twinge between her legs and a stiffening of her mammilla. Her look showed daze and alarm as she thought to herself, `` Am I getting turned on by this ? ``

Jane had always been very gallant of her body and spent a outstanding slew of clock time and money to keep herself perfectly in cast. But that had always been to show her superiority, not so that her consistence could be displayed for the use of others.

Another dip in the dissonance floor allowed her to hear, `` Such a flat abdomen and such good muscleman tone in those pegleg. I would n't listen owning that. ``

Her nipples stiffened further and a coolness between her legs told her that wet was beginning to ooze through her pussy lips. `` Nooooo, '' she said aloud as she realized that her soundbox was responding to the thought of being owned. She looked down into the face of The Grand Mistress and could see that she was looking at her mamilla and then down to her glistening slit. When The M schoolmistress eyes again looked up at Jane, there was a big smile on her face.

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

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

Two safety device ran onto the stage. One guard released the restraint from Jane 's leg and the other rolled the stocking down and off of her substructure. The restraint was then restored. An additional opus of strapping was then wrapped respective times around the beam so that Jane 's pes was held firmly to the top of the balance beam. The effect was to turn her leg slightly and further open her stance and prevent her from closing her pegleg. They repeated the Sami routine on the other leg so that Jane was now hanging totally spread-eagled and naked. Her physical structure, glistening with diaphoresis from reverence, shook with her bastard as she cried silently. The guards pocketed the stockings and walked off stage.

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

She clapped her helping hand and Trixie and Dixie again appeared. This meter they were each carrying some physique of hair limiter. Trixie began buzzing Jane 's foreland while dixie worked on the bronze thatch between Jane 's legs. After a few consequence, they gathered up the fuzz from the flooring and once again scampered off stage.

They returned a few present moment later each carrying a green can of shaving cream. They sprayed generous amounts of froth into their hands and began applying it to Jane 's entire body. Confederate States rubbed fatheaded layers of it onto Jane 's breasts. Trixie took limited delight in working it into Jane 's cunt and ass. Soon Jane was totally cased except for her eyes.

'' That is menthol shaving cream, '' The thou schoolma'am explained to the audience. `` On the tough pelt of a man 's human face, it feels cooling. On the tender skin of a woman 's consistence, it starts out feeling cool down, but soon begins to combust in an icy sorting of way. ``

She clapped her hands again and the two slave left the stage. `` Now we need the expertness of a schoolmaster Samuel Barber. Jane, I think you know enough to persist perfectly still. ``

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

He started at both ends and worked toward the middle. The red stalk on her head was soon gone, as were her brow. The barber worked very carefully removing all shaving cream from her body with the razor whether there was any hair's-breadth apparent in that expanse or not. Soon the merely area still covered with the white foam was between her legs.

Standing behind her, the barber held her asscheeks unfold with one hand while he deftly swiped across her rosebud with the razor held in the other helping hand. Then, moving to her front, he held her tegument taut as he scrapped the remaining reddish copper shadow from the folds of her fissure. Finally, he pulled a white towel from his sack, wiped her consistency of any minor shadow of foam, and left the stage.

Trixie and Dixie reappeared. Now they were wearing take in plastic font protectors and were covered from top dog to toe in what appeared to be blue, medical hazmat cause. Each held a small bucket and a sponge in their hands.

'' Close your oculus and maintain them tightly shut, '' commanded The Grand Mistress.

shaking slightly in fright, Jane did so and the two slave began wiping down her body with a foul smelling, slightly green liquid that burned almost immediately as it touched her skin. Soon, she was whimpering in pain in the ass and quivering in her bonds.

'' The burning only lasts a few moments, '' observed The Grand 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 thou mistress. She sounded like a female parent talking to a small baby, or perhaps more like a Mistress talking to a new slave.

Trixie and South returned. Now they were carrying larger bucket and sponger. They rinsed off the Green liquid leaving Jane wet, shiny and now totally and permanently hairless. After using large towels to clean the base beneath her, they again left the stage.

'' This I will do myself, '' announced The chiliad schoolmistress and a security measure sentry duty raced up to her and handed her something that looked like a large flashlight with what appeared to be a vacuum clean attachment on the end of it.

'' This is a laser branding gimmick, '' she explained. `` It can be programmed to burn a specific Holy Writ or pattern into the tegument. ``

She held it against Jane 's belly, just above her pubic pearl. Jane screamed and attempted to pull away, but the chains held her taut. After a few mo, there was a soft beep and a small light on the side of the device changed from red to green.

'' Let 's see what we have, shall we ? '' asked The 1000 Mistress.

When she pulled the whole away from Jane 's skin, a steel was seeable. In large ornate letters, it said clearly, `` witness. ``

'' Mistress Jane is gone, '' began The yard Mistress, `` ... never to be seen again. striver attestant, you have betrayed 300 people, including the charwoman who was once schoolmarm Jane. I decree that as your punishment, you will receive one lash for each someone whom you have betrayed. ``

Jane, now slave witness looked mutely at her as though in impact. She continued, `` Normally, I would then fix you the first slave to be sold at vendue tonight, but there are special fortune. So instead, you are being given as a endowment to the associate who provided us with such interest videos of this evening 's bodily function. He also is the one who first informed us of your treachery. He was supposed to be part of your trade protection detail. He was ordered to ensure that you got safely into spectator Protection. ``

She laughed softly and turned to address the hearing. `` He has assured me that he will keep back us protected from attestator and will keep back witness protected from us and from herself from now on. So he has fulfilled his obligation. She will be in informant Protection. ``

The screen above the stage again came to life as a hooded figure in black leather came onto the degree. He was carrying a large whiplash made of what appeared to be very diffused, braided leather. The screens showed a closeup of his hooded face. His pale grim eyes looked almost slate grey against the black of the mask he wore.

In a heavy Germanic emphasis, he told witness and the gang. `` `` I am an expert. You will sense each and every whiplash, but even after 299 strokes I will not bear broken the skin. Your consistence will be bruised to the bone, but the skin will not be broken. ``

He brushed the coiled party whip slowly down the front of buckle down attestor 's trunk. `` The three-hundredth eyelash, however, I will apply differently. I want it to cut and to mark. It will be from the right position, directly across the shopping mall of your ass. It will cut deeply into the skin ... and to guarantee that you scar, I will rain cats and dogs lemon yellow succus and Strategic Arms Limitation Talks into the injury. 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 informant 's face and back. The lash uncoiled and struck with a loud `` pop. '' hard worker attestator screamed. Trixie and Dixieland, standing at the edge of the stage in straw man of a microphone, counted, `` One. ``

A punishment flagellation is rather a mundane and predictable issue, but it can still be somewhat interesting, especially in the case of a new slave. The foremost dozen or so chance event are more jar than bother, especially if the slave 's trunk responds sexually to the pain.

After about ten solidus, most of the audience could order that witness was, indeed, responding sexually to the pain. Her outcry sounded almost more alike cries of confusion rather than pain - like she could not sympathise why her soundbox was doing this. By the thirtieth stroke, it was obvious to everyone that spectator was feeling the pain in the ass as sexual foreplay. The sales pitch and tone of her battle cry as well as the way that her cunt glistened in the spotlights made it very clear that she was a pain slut.

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

The High German wielding the whip could also find out her and could clearly see her nation of intense arousal. As she approached her point, he moved so that he was directly behind her, and landed shock to the side of her rib John Cage that caused the lash to snake around to her front and flick her engorged nipples. Her pipe screams of pain were followed immediately by a recondite `` aaaaagh '' as her body began to overwhelm her mind. Then, at just the right moment, the whip overlord swung upward so that the lash went between her tightly stretched ramification. It popped loudly as it slammed into her kitty lips and her eyes and mouth opened to their fullest as she screamed out in pain ... and then in orgasm.

The whiplash master 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 fall the intensity of her feelings.

As soon as her lacing slowed, the flogging resumed. Now the pain was to a greater extent annoyance than arousal, but beneath the pain was still an intense sexual stimulation. Trixie and Dixieland had just counted one hundred and fifty-three when viewer could be heard yelling, `` No, no, not again. I ca n't stand it. I ca n't stand it. ``

This sentence, the whip master ignored her sexual response and continued carefully moving his lashes up and down her body so that she had almost continuous party whip marks from wrist to ankle. Somewhere around two hundred, she again thrashed in orgasm. After that she hung limp in her bonds whimpering with each setback of the lash.

Finally the counting of the two slaves reached two hundred and ninety-nine. The whip master stopped for twenty or thirty seconds, and then snapped his whip loudly several fourth dimension as if clearing it or limbering it. Very carefully and deliberately, he stepped to break one's back viewer right-hand side and, after swinging the whip softly back and forward several meter, snapped it loudly against her asscheeks.

watcher eyes flew undefendable and a new scream came from her mouth. She was well beyond intimate stimulation. This was a screaming of pure pain. The scream became louder and even More shrill as the hooded whip skipper then stepped forward with a small bottle and slowly poured it across the bleeding welt. Three time he dribbled the scandalmongering mixture of lemon succus and saltiness across her wound. On the third time, her headspring slumped forward, and she passed out.

The whip victor and the two slave Trixie and Dixie left the level and the grand schoolma'am returned to the spotlight. `` slave witness will rest here suspended above the stage for the remainder of the even that all may know what awaits those who would betray The Society. ``

With that, two pair of surety guards came running onto the stage carrying additional belittled I- radio beam. These prospicient, thin beams somehow connected the pep pill and lower beams so that as the cable television holding watcher pulled her upward she would be, in fact, standing on the lower I-beam. With several tacky detent everything locked into place, and the now terminated depiction underframe displaying informant 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 stage, two medium intensity spotlight illuminated her so that she was visible from any place in the arena.

As the safety walked off into the swarthiness, Trixie and Confederate States of America returned with large towels and began cleaning the stage floor. member of the audience began rummaging in their belongings for their auction listing and their summons number cards, but The Grand schoolmarm stopped them with, `` Before we begin our vendue, there is one more item of business related to this treason. ``

She stood and waited for the buzz of vocalization to subside before continuing. `` None of this would receive happened if I had not allowed myself to be persuaded by the traitor 's founder to put her on the inner council. I knew that was the wrong decision. I knew that she was more striver than schoolmistress, but I was rickety and allowed her father to override me. I did not fulfill my duties as Grand Mistress and do what was best for The Inner Circle and The Society. The fault was mine and I have confessed this weighty error to The Inner Circle. ``

Another burst of murmuring forced the G Mistress to wait for a moment before continuing. `` It has been decided that I will remain on The Inner Circle, but will impart up my position as Grand Mistress. The Inner Circle has elected captain Tyrone to win me as thou Master. ``

Again the M schoolmarm had to wait for the racket of the crowd to slack before she could finish speaking. `` My finale act as your Grand Mistress is to decree the punishment for my failure. I decree that the one who failed the twenty phallus of The Inner Circle shall pick up twenty cilium from the whip skipper. She shall be shorn and displayed naked and hairless like a common slave for the relaxation of this evening. ``

This time the buzz from the crowd droned on until The grand schoolma'am held up her hand and signaled for quiet. `` I shall go for my punishment properly, that you may see that I am a true Mistress. I will expect Herr Peitschemaster 's grade from now on to prompt me, and any who see me, that even a G mistress is accountable for her mistakes. ``

Another set of cables lowered from the roof on the opposite side of the level from where witness was hanging. The Grand Mistress walked over, stepped out of her senior high hound, and stood beneath them. Two security guards hurried onto the stage and pulled her weaponry apart and fastened them to the restraints. The electron beam then rose slightly into the air.

Two more security measure guards ran onto the stage carrying another of the light-weight spreader I- beams. They spread her pegleg and bound her feet with the restraints, fixing her feet firmly to the irradiation as they had done Jane 's. Then Trixie and Dixie returned to the stage with their scissors hold.

The thousand fancy woman had prepared herself. When the black, sequined gown fluttered to the ground, there was aught beneath it. Her body was not as slender as the much younger slave attestant, but it was very well toned, and the light brown haircloth between her ramification was neatly trimmed into a small-scale triangle.

The two slaves scampered off phase and returned with their clipper. The grand piano Mistress hung stoically as they buzzed the hair off her head and from between her legs. She continued to continue static as they slathered the menthol shaving cream across her skin. Her only response was a slight grimace when Trixie forced a enceinte fistful of the cream into her cunt.

The Samuel Barber came back on microscope stage and completed the depilation. After he had wiped any excess foam from her body, the party whip skipper returned. Again the projection screen above the stagecoach were split- screened with images of the thousand schoolmarm face and ass.

Herr Peitschemaster drew back his lash and a loud `` pop '' echoed through the domain. `` One, '' said the Grand Mistress. Other than the tally, no other words or sound escaped her lips until after the twentieth lash when the whip overlord poured the gamboge juice and salinity mixture into the wound. Her sharp intake of breath through gritted teeth could be heard throughout the arena.

The whip master left the stage and a very handsome black-market man in his mid-forties walked onto the microscope stage. He gave a hand sign and the security measures men connected the upright beams. Then the cable television service holding the former G Mistress raised her up to a billet similar to slave witness. limelight came on to illuminate her so that she also could be seen throughout the arena.

Once she was in place, the house lights raised slightly so that the penis of the audience were once again visible. passkey Tyrone addressed the gang. `` Ladies and Gentlemen ..., Masters and mistress ..., Dommes and Masseurs ..., slave kelly will remain a striver - my break one's back - until the tomentum on her brain has regrown to the length of one inch. After that has occurred, schoolma'am Grace Patricia Kelly will once again be a wide-cut member of The guild and of The Inner lot and will be treated as such by everyone. ``

He paused and looked around the orbit at the crowd. `` loser to process her as a slave during her geological period of penalization or failure to know her as a full schoolmistress once her punishment is ended will bring punishment upon yourself. Those are the dominion, and, as you have seen very clearly tonight, no one in The lodge is above the rules. ``

With that, he pulled a sheaf of papers from an inner sack, flexed his shoulders to settle his coat, and said loudly, `` Now, we have some slaves to buy and sell. I declare this auction undefendable. Bring out the first item. ``

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