The ball gag forces Laura's jaw to its limit, her lips barely allow the sphere to pass. The others hear her teeth scrape and the bone snap back into place as she tightens the device around the back of her own head.
Missy shuts her eyes and tries not to listen. The other girl, the one he calls "Hooker", shifts her thighs closer together and hopes he doesn't notice.
Sami nods and Laura picks up the thick black marker and removes the cap. Unsteadily she writes the word "CUNT" in three-inch capital letters across her own forehead. She replaces the cap and sets the marker down next to the nipple clips. In the same motion she retrieves one of the clips and affixes it to her left breast. Air is sucked in sharply through her nose before she reaches for the next clamp. The same noise as her right nipple is imprisoned.
Hooker can't help but smile to herself as Laura picks up the butt plug. Laura's saliva begins to roll off the gag while she bends over to insert the anal toy. Light reflects off of the thin layer of lube and only Hooker knows there is not enough to easily slide it home. Laura grunts as her other hand spreads her cheek wider and presses on the base. After a minute of struggle the rectum opened and allowed the embarrassing toy inside.
Laura straightens up and inhales deeply. Missy smells the sweat and musk in the room from her kneeling position next to her Master. She wants to reach out and wrap her hand around his leg but she remains still.
The fingernails of Hooker's right hand dig into her own naked thigh. The slight movement usually goes unnoticed and the pain helps her focus on the task of just kneeling at Sami's feet waiting to do her part.
Confusion washes over Missy, she wonders what Laura was being punished for but does not dare to speak.
The shackles click as Laura binds her own wrists. Missy winces at the sound and prays she never has to be punished. Hooker licks the inside of her teeth and her eyes narrow in anticipation...which will it be?
Laura takes three quick steps to the table and surveys her choices before picking up the flogger and walking back to Sami. He nods in approval as Laura drops to her knees. Her head bows and offers the flogger to Hooker.
Hooker looks to her Master and Sami nods again. Her hand brushes her pussy lips as Hooker stands and takes the flogger. Hooker escorts Laura to the center of the small room and watches as Laura attaches the handcuffs to the chain over her head.
"Gracious Master Sami," Hooker says solemnly, "Your slave Laura is prepared to be flogged. She has washed her body for you, gagged herself, affixed nipple clamps, marked herself as a CUNT, plugged her asshole and chosen your worthless whore hooker to beat her."
Sami stands and points to a handle, "Missy, turn that until Laura is raised enough that only her toes remain on the ground."
"Yes, of course my amazing Master, this stupid fucktoy is unworthy but will do her best, thank you, thank you." Missy scurries on her knees to the handle and turns it three times before checking the progress. She feels more humiliation and yearns to know what mistake warrants such a display.
Laura closes her eyes and wills herself not to moan as the chains tighten and her arms are lifted higher and her heels leave the floor.
Sami walks over and runs his hands over Laura's skin, feeling the stretched muscles in her arms, and down her ribcage. He looks her in the eye and moves the back of his fingers over the trimmed pubic hair. His gaze never leaves Laura's eyes but he speaks to hooker. "You are to flog her until I say to stop, is that clear?"
"Yes, it is clear my strong and generous Master, even to an addle brained ass licking whore like me, Sir."
Sami brushes his lips against Laura's ear and whispers, "You have my permission to scream and cry as much as you like my beautiful little slave." Then he wonders if she is going to fight harder to remain silent.
