Part 4, Hot Flashes
-- by jessicablank
Synopsis: At the inn in Her Realm, MzDominica demonstrated Her glass-covered sensory deprivation chamber, showing how the use of Her Voice as a subliminal soundtrack could be used to program slaves' minds to obey her, so very deeply. Mistress Black, who owns a chain of spas, made a deal with Dominica, to use the "relaxation chambers" to expand her business, getting chambers at a discount, in exchange for using them to recruit more slaves for Dominica. The problem is, fewer and fewer new slaves have been reporting to Dominica's mountain community. MzDominica sent out some of her slaves on a little "reconnaissance mission," and they found that the relaxation chambers were no longer delivering their brainwashing messages to Mistress Black's customers. Dominica's response, her plan, will be subtle and seductive -- and so very appropriate.
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Part 4: Hot Flashes
Mistress Black strode into her living room, carrying a towel and livid with anger. Her slave Sheila, in the midst of dusting and vacuuming, knelt on the floor, as was appropriate for a slave. Her rubber French maid's outfit was tight and confining, and the vibrators in her pussy and ass kept her in a continual state of arousal that was never fulfilled, but could not be ignored. The redhead had learned to be quiet, and bowed her head to the floor, awaiting Mistress' commands.
"Stand," Mistress Black ordered. And Sheila quickly stood, her hands at her sides.
SMACK! Mistress Black gave Sheila a solid slap to the face. The girl was stunned, her head lolling to the right, slowly recovering. But she remained still, standing, her rubber-covered hands at sides. Secretly, Mistress was pleased. But she was still angry and frustrated.
SMACK! SMACK! Mistress rained two more blows across the girl's cheeks, one from the right, the other, backhanded, from the left. Sheila stood, eyes downcast, her face feeling like it was on fire, and awaited her Mistress instructions.
"There is something wrong with my tanning bed, you little slut!" Mistress Black threw the towel on the floor, breathing heavily. She had grown to truly enjoy the sense of euphoria she always felt, the glow of the tanning bed warming her skin in the early morning. And today, she missed it. She was irritated. Mistress lifted her hand and pointed her index finger into Sheila's face, almost like a warning. "Call the repair place. NOW!" she said, then stalked off toward the bathroom and a relaxing tub bath.
Sheila went to a counter, opened the address book, and then began pressing buttons on the phone.
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"Hi, I'm here to repair the tanning bed!"
The spa receptionist looked up at the man in the technician's uniform, carrying the toolbox. He was tall, lean, muscular. Obviously he worked out... and obviously he used his company's own product frequently, judging by his deeply tanned skin. She checked his ID badge and his clipboard, then stood, smiling. "Welcome... Bob," she said. "My name is Chantal. Is there anything I can get for you? A cup of coffee?"
"No thanks, Miss, but I appreciate the offer," he replied, a wide grin on his face. "I just need to know where the malfunctioning unit is."
"Sure, this way," she said, leading him toward the back of the shop.
Of course, Mistress Black had her own, private tanning bed. She kept it in the spa, near the workout room, like the other tanning beds. But this one was hers alone, in a room with its own lock and key. As the owner, she reserved certain rights to herself, including not to share some kinds of equipment with the great "rank and file" of humanity.
Chantal unlocked the room, and waved Bob in, toward the broken tanning bed. He thanked her and walked in, setting his toolbox down on the floor. In a few moments, he had a panel open, and a small electronic diagnostic box attached to the interior works of the bed. "If there's anything you need," she said, "just press the red switch on the wall here." She pointed to the wall plate near the bed.
