Miss Olivia was busy applying a leather belt to the ass and legs of her favorite slave, Petra, who was hanging red-faced and helpless by her breasts in Miss Olivia's dungeon. A chime rang, announcing the arrival of a guest to the mansion, but Miss Olivia did not slow down or hesitate for a second, knowing that Bailey would answer the door promptly Bailey certainly didn't want to linger: he had been slow to get the door the day before when Miss Alice had come calling, and Miss Alice was not happy about waiting, since she had her hands full with four slaves on leash. After a particularly painful caning session at the hands of both mistresses, a massive butt plug was forced into Bailey and fixed into place with a small padlock and chain.
Now Bailey had been wearing the cruel plug in his ass for about 10 hours; he was extremely sore and highly constipated, but even though he was having trouble walking, he had scrambled for the door all day. He appeared in the doorway, his tremendous cock hanging below the short skirt of his frilly maid's uniform, to greet the new arrivals: Mistress Althea, a muscular, light-skinned black woman with close-cropped, cocoa hair and a spray of cinnamon freckles across her cheeks that made her look incredibly cute, hiding her rather fierce true nature, was bringing her slave girl, Shonda, for punishment. Shonda's pale white skin contrasted brilliantly with her lustrous mane of thick, auburn hair. She was beautiful, tall and leggy, and could have been a supermodel except that her breasts were gigantic. She made a fortune modeling lingerie, though, and she kept Mistress Althea in high style.
Shonda had gotten a bit lazy and impertinent, lately, and although Althea certainly knew how to rein in her slave girl and wasn't squeamish about applying punishment when it was deserved, she understood that sometimes misbehaving children will mind a stranger when they disobey their own parents. This was common sense, and masters and mistresses frequently brought their charges to Miss Olivia, for she was easily the cruelest mistress they knew, and any slave subjected to her harsh (and sadistically creative) ministrations experienced a complete attitude adjustment. Some slaves wept with relief upon being returned to the very owners whom they had resented not long before. Slaves came back from a chastening by Miss Olivia in a very, very obedient frame of mind.
Now it was Shonda's turn. Bailey welcomed them into the mansion, noticing the slave girl's seemingly nonchalant attitude and her unconcealed smirk at his maid's dress. Even if that blasé expression were just for show, Bailey thought, Miss Olivia would soon wipe it off the busty redhead's face. He smiled to himself despite the throbbing ache in his rectum as he limped along, guiding the visitors deep into the mansion. He had been very well-behaved since yesterday's mishap, and he was hoping he might be allowed to watch the beautiful slave get her punishment. He had been listening to Petra being beaten, and he was curious to see what kind of shape she was in.
When Bailey and the guests reached the dungeon, they could hear Petra's high screams coming from behind the heavy black door, accompanied by the delicious slap of leather against soft, defenseless flesh. Bailey rang the call chime at the dungeon door, and after two or three more slaps and yelps, Miss Olivia buzzed them to enter. Ever-observant Bailey had watched the slave girl drop her defiant front like a hot rock upon hearing the screams of pain coming from beyond the door, and when they entered the torture chamber, her apprehension turned to fear at the sight of Petra hanging helplessly by her breasts, which were wrapped tightly around and around with leather straps that wound around a sturdy chain, suspending her neatly from a steel hook in the ceiling, one of many such hooks around the room. Petra's backside was bright red, with visible welts crisscrossing her back, ass, and legs. Her body was glazed with sweat and tears were streaming down her face as she struggled to control her choking sobs.
Mistress Althea smirked at her slave's horrified expression on observing the beaten Petra, but she moved quickly to discipline the girl. "Eyes down!" she barked, snapping a leather strap smartly across Shonda's ass. The slave dropped her head quickly, red hair fluffing forward over her face.
"This stupid bitch has come to be taught how to follow orders better," Althea said to Miss Olivia, who was sizing up the well-endowed girl. Olivia, being of Asian descent, was not tall—only about 5 feet, but to her slaves she seemed a giant, towering in her malevolence.
"Despite what you see at the moment," Althea continued, "She's not as humble as she should be. It's quite clear she needs desperately to learn some humility from a capable teacher. Will you accept the slut as your student?"
"Is she fit to learn?" Miss Olivia purred. She had a decidedly dangerous purr.
"She is," answered Althea, assuring Miss Olivia with these words that her slave was healthy enough to endure the treatment, physically and mentally.
"I accept her," Olivia said. "Bailey, show Mistress Althea out and return to me."
Bailey showed Mistress Althea to the door and collected her payment, in advance, for Miss Olivia's session with Shonda. No one ever complained about paying in advance, because no one was ever dissatisfied with Miss Olivia's service. They knew it was money well spent.
When Bailey returned to the dungeon, Miss Olivia ordered him to free the groaning Petra from her bonds. "After she is untied, put her in her cage," Olivia commanded. Bailey was disappointed to hear that Petra was going into the cage, because that meant she would be allowed to watch the festivities. Bailey wished that he could be the one in the cage, but he had to admit Petra had paid a very high price of admission for that coveted place. He had to content himself with enjoying the sight of Petra, beaten and helpless, and he took the opportunity to squeeze her tortured ass and titties and to pinch and twist her nipples as he untied her and lifted her down to the floor. Bailey didn't mind wearing a dress and loved to get fucked in the ass, but he was all man, and his cock swelled as he ran his hands over the sweat-drenched body of the slave girl. He wished he could have fucked her brains out while she was still hanging from the ceiling. His mistress did let him stuff his giant dick into Petra from time to time, so he could be patient.
Miss Olivia watched Bailey fondling Petra with amusement. Although he was trying to be furtive about it, she noticed the groping, but it didn't matter. She knew Bailey was sad that the place of honor had gone to Petra today, but he didn't complain. He had been well-behaved, so allowing him to take Petra down was a reward for his good behaviour. She knew very well that he would cop a feel; that was part of the reward. Petra, as worn-out and beaten-up as she was, couldn't struggle against Bailey's naughty, seeking hands, but she wouldn't make a sound to rat him out to the mistress. She didn't even complain when he picked her up and carried her to the cage, stuffing two fingers up her ass in the process.
After Petra was secured in the cage and Bailey reluctantly left the dungeon, Miss Olivia turned her attention to Shonda, who had stood in place with her eyes downcast, waiting. She hoped a strong show of obedience would help temper the bad report her mistress had given to Miss Olivia, and that her punishment wouldn't be too severe. She didn't know Miss Olivia.
Without preamble, Miss Olivia barked, "Remove every stitch of your clothing." Shonda complied without argument; even though she felt vulnerable, this was a typical request. She unzipped her skintight black latex minidress and let it fall, revealing lacy thong panties and nothing else. Her full, juicy breasts jiggled as she pulled the panties down, revealing a silver ring piercing her labia, and Miss Olivia took stock of her round, perfect ass as she bent to remove her shoes. She straightened and awaited further orders.
