This is a much smaller chapter, trying to get into the mindset.
Now that she is a slave, there will be interaction with other slaves and transition into the series that focuses on the Dungeon.
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My watch read 6:01 as I entered the room. Madeline sat, back straight, chest thrust out displaying the clamps on her nipples. She didn't look at me, keeping her eyes focused on the floor.
"How long have you waited?" I questioned her.
"Twenty minutes, Sir. I didn't to be late. I wanted to be a good girl."
"That is a very good girl." I praised her running my hand over her breasts making sure to brush the clamps. A short intake of breath showed me she was already quite aroused.
"Thank you Sir. I am ready for any use you desire."
"You better be." I advised her. I moved to the dresser and picked up two sets of handcuffs before I ended up before her. "Look at me." I ordered her. Her gaze immediately came to mine. "What is your word?"
"Axel, Sir."
"Good." I took one wrist and handcuffed it to the same side ankle, repeating it for the other side. I tugged on the chain to her clamps eliciting a moan before I walked back a got the switch. "Lay back."
She fell back onto her back, her legs up in the air. I rubbed her ass feeling some of her juice already there.
SWISH
I connected with her thigh. "How many strikes did you get last night?"