Florence and immediately called Alteisha and Gordon to inform them that Maureen was indeed coming to live with them, in her service. Alteisha told her Mistress that she would see that all necessary arrangements would be made before the appointed time. Florence hung up and prepared to leave for home. She smiled as she walked to the elevator, wishing her coworkers and subordinates happy weekend activities. Florence was happier than she cared to show to the others around her, as she got into her car and drove away.
Her personal vassals had grown to three, and she knew that the Grand Master at Castleton would be very proud of her. Soon, the call for Novitiates would be forthcoming from Castleton. Both Gordon and Maureen could be included if their training with her was completed and they desired to participate in the Castleton initiations and ordeals. According to Castleton practice, Novices must agree to go to Castleton. No Master or Mistress could force them. Time would tell.
At home Florence showered and ordered Alteisha to shave her cunt of any slight growth of hair. She donned her white leather net Dominatrix attire; white thigh high boots and went downstairs to the living room to await the arrival of her newest Slave. She called Gordon and advised him to wear his white robe and underneath wear his collar, nylon net cock and balls restraint, butt plug and open crotch lace panties. He was to bring his leather cock and balls harness to her, so that it would be nearby when needed. "May I speak, Mistress?" Gordon asked. Florence nodded that he could. "Shall I not wear my maids uniform, Mistress?" he asked.
"No, Gordon, not tonight. Perhaps 'Gordeeva' will disappear since Maureen is joining us. We shall see," she told him. Gordon bowed to leave and went to get ready. Alteisha had arranged the furniture so that her Mistress would be seated in a large chair, with her red satin robe draped behind her, accentuating her near naked appearance. A low, ring studded table, which could also be used as a bench, was placed in front of Florence to hold the contract.
The lighting was dimmed on the periphery of the room, to highlight a single spotlight, shining from the ceiling to illuminate Mistress Florence, the table-bench and her new Slave. Alteisha and Gordon would be kneeling next to their Mistress, with Alteisha on the right and Gordon to her left. Satisfied with the setting Florence sat down to watch some TV until Maureen arrived. Alteisha and Gordon hurried about their tasks to prepare for the evening's activities.
The doorbell rang and Gordon hurried to answer it. He greeted Maureen and bid her enter. Maureen returned the greeting and waited for him to close and lock the front door. He took her suitcases, placed them in the entryway closet and asked Maureen to wait until Alteisha came to get her. Maureen put her purse on a side table and waited. Alteisha, under instruction from her Mistress, allowed Maureen to wait for nearly ten minutes before she opened the living room door to greet Maureen.
"Hello, Maureen. Mistress Florence wants you to strip naked here in the entry room, then crawl into the living room." When Maureen was naked, Alteisha opened the living room door and asked her to enter. The primary Slave closed the door and followed Maureen as she crawled into the living room. Inside Alteisha led Maureen to stand in front of the table and hastened to kneel at her Mistress's side. Maureen saw Florence, illuminated by the spotlight. She was sitting regally in the huge leather chair, which looked more like a throne. Maureen felt a deep apprehension that disquieted her, since calling Mistress Florence earlier in the day.
"You may stand, Maureen," Florence began, "Here are the papers that detail the conditions of your service to me. Before you sign the 'Contract', I insist that you carefully read every word aloud, so that I am positive that you comprehend everything it states. If, after you've read the papers, you agree to the terms and conditions you will sign each page separately at the space provided. Following that, you will receive your first official commands as my slave."
"Yes Mistress," Maureen reached out to take the 'Contract' from Florence, and began reading the papers aloud. As she finished each page, she would pick up the pen and sign the paper, then went on to the next. Finally, she read and signed the last page. Florence gathered the papers, folded them, placed them in an envelope and told Alteisha to place them in the safe.
Florence stood up and walked to the naked Maureen. She inspected her as though she was chattel, then she handed her a leather collar covered with studs and steel rings. Maureen placed the collar around her neck and buckled it securely. Florence clasped a light chain to a ring on the collar and had Maureen step up onto the low table, as Alteisha came to her side. "Alteisha, shave her cunt, but shape her thick red bush into a little heart above her bald cunt, then ring for me," said Florence, as she turned and left the room.
Maureen felt ashamed at suddenly being treated as property, and wished she could cover her nakedness with her hands. Alteisha smiled at Maureen's struggling to adapt to her new status as a Slave. Expertly and swiftly Alteisha completed her task, dried the new Slave's pussy and stepped back to admire her work. Satisfied she rang for their Mistress. Mistress Florence entered the room and took her seat on her 'throne'. She looked over the heart shaped red hair that Alteisha had created and smiled approvingly.
"Good job, Alteisha. I like it." she said cupping her primary Slave's chin in her hand. "Now, let's prepare our new Slave for her first discipline session as a Slave in my service." Florence stood next to her new Slave and looked deeply into her face. "Maureen, normally you would have no choice on any matter regarding your discipline training. However, this time it would amuse us if you decide whether to be led to the Discipline Room by the tits or the clit. Which do you choose?" her Mistress asked. Maureen briefly mulled the choice over in her mind then replied.
"My breasts, Mistress." Florence smiled sweetly and produced two alligator clips joined together by a fine silver chain. She clasped an alligator clip to each nipple. The teeth on the alligator clips bit cruelly into the tender flesh of Maureen's nipples, causing her sharp stinging pain. Florence attached a leash to the chain and pulled it taut, enhancing the pain. She pulled on the leash until Maureen, groaning, stepped off the table onto the floor and dropped to her hands and knees.
"Alteisha take the leash and lead her to the Discipline Room." The three Slaves followed their Mistress down the basement stairs to the Discipline Room. Maureen, aching from the pain at her nipples, painfully descended the stairs on her hands and knees, and was led onto a raised platform in the center of the room. The lighting was similar to the living room with a central spotlight illuminating a throne for Mistress Florence. Florence opened her red satin robe and draped it over the throne as she sat down to view the discipline session. "Gordon, restrain her from the ceiling chains."
Gordon moved swiftly to place wrist and ankle restraints on Maureen. Next, he brought her wrists together and fastened them to the chain dangling from the ceiling. Gordon spread her legs apart and fastened them to rings in the platform floor. He activated the chains motor to lift Maureen to her feet, her arms over her head. Assured that she was securely restrained, he returned to kneel next to his Mistress. Alteisha had a leather strap and a braided leather whip. She laid them on a low bench in front of Maureen, so that she could easily see them. Maureen quietly gasped and shuddered as she viewed the implements.
"Now, Slave number three, you will receive your welcoming session in celebration of joining my service," Florence told her, as she stepped onto the platform, blindfolded her new Slave and removed the alligator clips from her nipples. Mistress Florence selected the strap first and slapped it into her palm to increase the terror in her new Slave. Maureen braced herself, but no stroke came as anticipated. She relaxed, and Florence struck her first blow across both asscheeks, leaving a bright red mark. Maureen screamed at the burning pain, but before she could recover, Mistress Florence laid several more blows on her asscheeks.
Maureen was sobbing and writhing from the searing pain. Some of the marks had turned a deep red as new strokes were laid upon the old. Florence tired and paused to refresh herself with a glass of Blush wine. Maureen's sobbing belied her obvious arousal, as evidenced by the wetness of her cunt. She had been near orgasm several times, but her Mistress's trained eye recognized she was about to cum, and had changed the rhythm, or destination, of the blows to preclude orgasm.
Refreshed, Mistress Florence renewed her assault on her new Slave. Maureen's ass was fiery red from the blows and her flesh glowed red with pain. Strangely, the strap was welcomed, as much as feared, by Maureen. Although she ached from the severity of the strokes, she also felt a familiar throbbing in her cunt, and she ached to cum. Florence sensed the increasing tempo of her Slave's arousal and decided to nip the sensation in the bud, thus prolong her desire to climax.
