The girl hung from a harness in the center of the dungeon, ankles and wrists cuffed together, secured to a hook from the ceiling. She was swinging gently from the harness, thinking to herself that she was not really enjoying this. She would never utter a word of complaint, yet hanging from the ceiling of the dungeon for hours at a time was not on the top of her list of favorite things to do. She stilled as she heard the door to the dungeon open, completely unable to see whether Master Leon or Mistress Daphne had entered, or if one of the other girls had been sent in to punish her more.
"Marielle, Mistress Daphne has asked me to come join you. I am to kneel on the floor beneath you but we are not allowed to chat." A girl moved across the dungeon, kneeling down on the marks on the floor. She rested back on her heels as she laid her hand, palm up, upon her creamy thighs. Her thighs slid apart automatically, and anyone watching would know this was not the first time she had been in this position. She slowly brought her torso forward, her breasts resting in her palms as she rested her forhead on the cool floor.
Marielle wondered to herself what her sister had done to be stuck down here. She was greatful for the company, whether they could chat or not, It was lonely down here, dark and eerily quiet. Marielle had let her thoughts drift and wander for a while, then she heard the door open again. She heard high heels clicking across the dungeon floor and Marielle knew who it was immediately. "Greetings, Mistress Daphne," she said softly, knowing that is required to greet when Mistress enters, but unsure of whether she should be greeting now, since Mistress had blindfolded her when she was left here.
"Good girl, Marielle, you will be let down in a moment, first I need to take care of your sister." Mistress Daphne looked down at the girl on the floor and smiled, then spoke to her. "Good form, slave, have you learned your lesson?"
