"Caroline, Leila's down in the kitchen with Frank if you want to try your hand at dominating her." Felicia suggested mischievously, her green eyes twinkling as brightly as the diamond pedants that set off her dark hair and simple black dress so beautifully.
"I think I'll pass if you don't mind," Caroline exclaimed, as she sat on the couch sipping her coffee, as she sat demurely her knees together under her cream Minskirt.
"But how will you learn?" Felicia asked earnestly.
"Intuitively!" Caroline explained, "but tell me about Donna."
"I think you should see Leila." Felicia continued "come along."
"I'm not dressed for it!" Caroline explained.
"Oh you look fine!" Felicia explained, "Cream suits you, a bit short perhaps but it's fine.
Leila was waiting patiently but in the chair in the cage dungeon beside the stacked rows of three foot square cages where slaves were stored when not needed not in the kitchen where Frank had left a note on door of the big refrigerator, "In C/R".
Leila had no option but to wait patiently as Frank had her strapped tightly into a tight black leather bdsm style corset with multiple silver buckles and had secured her arms behind her with soft leather cuffs tightly strapped together and he had secured her ankles with wide leather cuffs connected together with a short chain.
Leila looked cold and miserable, there was no hint of excitement from her stubbly pubes or her pale pink breasts, no hint of arousal from her nipples just an expression of total misery.
"Oh no not her!" Leila complained, "I cannot respect her" she managed to blurt out before Frank silenced her with a pad of what looked like her soft black panties.
"Hush," he said, "Now bend over," Leila stood awkwardly and did as Frank ordered. "Five strokes Caroline if you please, "She really doesn't understand."
"No, I think she misbehaves because she wants us to cane her," Caroline observed, "I think our Leila needs to learn her place properly, can I take her for a walk round the grounds?"
"Oh I don't know." Frank replied rubbing his stubbly unshaved chin, "I ought to ask Fel, really, but the gates are shut so I suppose so," Frank agreed, "But why,"
"Oh, a little idea I have, give me five minutes, to change, are there some rubber boots I could borrow."
"But it's raining." Frank observed.
"I know," Caroline agreed, "That's what makes it fun!" Caroline looked around, "Have you a collar and leash for her as well." She paused, "And a proper gag."
Caroline rushed to her room, she found her sensible knee length green skirt and her roll neck cardigan, her waterproof jacket and wide brimmed hat and a suspender belt and black stockings to match her bra, and quickly dressed and hurried back to Leila.
"Come along Leila, if you behave like a bitch then I'll treat you like one," she said as she spotted Leila now cowering fearfully with a ball gag in her mouth and a dog collar and leash around her neck.
"Shall we keep the hobble chain?" Frank asked, "Make her trot,"
"Yes!" Caroline grinned, "about a foot,"
"Already done!" Frank grinned,
Felicia was red with anger or was it shame, but her nipples now stood out rigidly from her exposed breasts as Caroline took the leash and picked up the whip Frank had offered her earlier and ordered Leila to go "Walkies."
Leila shook her head, "Would you rather go in the cage?" Caroline asked and Leila nodded, but still Caroline dragged Leila along the stone floored tunnels and corridors along past the boot room and out into the courtyard.
The gravel hurt Leila's bare feet as she trotted helplessly after Caroline, taking the short steps her hobble chains compelled her to and almost skipping in her desperate attempt to keep up with Caroline and twice before they reached the Lawn Leila stumbled and would have fallen but for Caroline holding her up with the leash.
"Heel" Caroline said, recalling childhood memories of her walks with Goldie her old Labrador Retriever when she was a girl.
The Lawns were wet, and the dampness icy cold and still the rain came softly down chilling Leila to the bone, soaking her dark hair to a soggy shapeless mass that straggled over her forehead, and making her cheap mascara run until she looked like a Halloween witch but still Leila welcomed the smooth smoothness of the grass after the cruel battering her feet had received from the gravel path and courtyard, and she trotted awkwardly after Caroline as she led her across the immaculate lawns towards the track she had walked with Sam.
They passed through the gate from the Lawn to the woods where young pine trees lined the soft grassy track which within yards turned to muddy ruts where LandRovers and Tractors had churned deep ruts of into the soft peaty loam, Leila struggled to speak but Caroline assumed she wanted freedom and so she merely slipped Leila's leash.
Leila was terrified she would fall, unable to protect herself, she panicked, but in her inexperience Caroline mis-read the signs and within yards Leila had slipped over twice, and had only through extreme and faintly comical contortions managed to get up again, to Caroline's clear amusement and then finally as the dark peat turned to yellowish stinking clay so Leila slipped and fell full length face down in a muddy water filled rut.
Caroline watched Leila with amusement before she realised she was drowning and not play acting, and despite wriggling furiously in the slime she couldn't save herself.
"Get up," Caroline ordered, "don't be so childish, playing in the mud." Leila coughed a great bubble of slimy water, but Caroline simply lost patience and grabbed a handful of Leila's hair and hauled her to her feet.
Leila coughed, her chest heaved, "Oh no you don't!" Caroline snapped and she grabbed the back of Leila's ball gag strap and wrenched it over her head, pulling the gag from her mouth and allowing her to breathe.
"Oh gog, I'm choking!" Leila complained, I nearly die!"
"I saved you, I'll leave the gag out for now if you will keep quiet, no better still bark, then it can stay out, all right?"
"Yes." said Leila thankfully
"One bark for no two for yes," Caroline insisted, "Show me."
"Rough Rough," Leila said feebly, with no enthusiasm "but I am not a dog,!" she complained.
"No. you're a bitch! Caroline agreed as she looked at Leila's filthy mud plastered sex and her filthy face and realised her plans for Leila would have to wait, her fantasy of looking across the valley while Leila sat before her with her head between Caroline's widely spread legs expertly bringing her to shuddering orgasm with her tongue and lips would have to wait, she playfully swatted Leila across the buttocks with a whip and then she had an idea. "Bark!" she ordered.
"ok, rough, rough, ok." Leila replied
"Good," Caroline exclaimed, "Come along Doggie, let's go a bit further."
Leila looked alarmed, "Whoof, please no!" she wailed, but Caroline was enjoying her feeling of power.
"Rest a moment then!" Caroline said, but if the reality of Leila's hot little mouth tickling her was unworkable the thought had worked its magic and Caroline was becoming deliciously damp at the thought so she looked at Leila, and at the whip and said. "Why not!"
"Why not what?" Leila asked.
"Mmm, Caroline said as she leaned against a tree and scooped up her skirts and eased the lips of her sex apart and after licking the handle to lubricate it she settled down onto her whip. "MMmm," she said, as Leila watched her, "It's good!"
