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Chapter 3.
Mira led a fearful and sniffling Camille through the house and then down into the basement by the leash attached to the collar around the small brunette's neck. Camille did not struggle in her fear and when her beautiful owner pulled her down the basement stairs and turned on the lights her eyes went wide and her fear became terror as she looked around the room and saw the instruments of "torture" on the far wall, the suspension pulley, and the bondage furniture. In her innocence Camille did not know what most of the items were used for but she did know they were going to be used to hurt her. Camille broke free of the loose grip Mira had on her leash and feel to her knees on the floor and grabbed her owner's ankles.
"Please...oh dear God please don't hurt me. Please...I can't take it...please I will be good...I promise...please don't!" The smaller girl pleaded with her Mistress as tears ran down her face.
Mira looked down on the girl and focused on her tear filled brilliant green eyes and felt a moment of pity but she shook it from her mind. Damn, those eyes can draw you in and hypnotize you, she thought. Mira was not truly a sadist. Oh she could be cruel and sadistic and tears and inflicting pain aroused her but in the right context. Mira learned in her affair with Lilly Ainsworth that she got off and highly aroused in dominating another girl. With Lilly the domination was restricted to sexual domination; she would bind a consensual Lilly in various ways and use a flogger, various paddles, clamps on her nipples, claps on her labia, clamps even on her clit, a cat o nine tails, and other delightful instruments on the pretty blonde girl. Lilly was a masochist and enjoyed such pain and got off on it sexually. But Mira learned just how far to go and not to cause serious injury to her one time best friend and lover. She would never do anything to permanently scar the other girl and blood play was not what she enjoyed; true sometimes drawing blood occurred when she used certain "toys" on Lilly, but nothing serious and she knew when to stop even when Lilly would want to keep going and not use her "safe word". Mira also learned the need to comfort her partner after such hard core dominating sessions and provide "after care." Yes she explored a lot with Lilly and other girls; she learned that she enjoyed voyeurism as she shared Lilly with random men or women she picked up in clubs on occasion and she enjoyed being watched herself as she would tie Lilly up and have sex in front of the blonde submissive girl with either other men, women, or both and deny Lilly sexual pleasure and gratification. Mira enjoyed how the beautiful Lilly Ainsworth would cry and beg to be touched sexually while she herself was getting fucked or fucking another. But now she wanted more. She did not want just to dominate a girl sexually, but also to control the other girl in every way. She wanted to control what the girl ate, how she dressed, how she behaved in public, what she did almost every moment of the day and now she had Camille as her slave and the petite brunette was going to fulfill that need in Mira and the beautiful celebrity was going to train Camille to enjoy that control and to crave it, to desire being controlled both sexually and non-sexually, and even to enjoy and crave pain in the correct context. She was going to turn Camille into a masochist. She knew it could be done with the right conditioning and if she could not do it herself she would hire a professional...but one way or another Camille was going to be her little submissive pain-slut.
Mira also learned that with a masochist there was a difference between pain as punishment and pleasure. Once she had to punish Lilly and after spanking her blonde co-star of her TV show until her butt cheeks were black and blue she noticed that while Lilly cried and begged for her to stop she was enjoying the pain inflicted on her. Mira knew she had to come up with some creative ways to punish without giving pleasure. Just as with Joel Chandler Harris's Uncle Remus tales when Br'er Rabbit begged Br'er Fox, "but do please, Br'er Fox, don't fling me in dat brier-patch," Mira knew if she was going to condition her new slave into a pain-slut then her little Rabbit Camille would not be thrown into the briar patch with punishment. When she used physical pain as punishment it could inflict pain she intended to condition Camille with that would eventually give her pleasure. Mira knew there were other ways besides physical to punish the girl but before she attempted "mind games" she had to discover more about the girl...to find out what made her tick so to speak.
Mira reached down and pulled Camille up by her hair. "Get up, Bitch!" Mira yelled and a struggling and crying Camille was half dragged and half walked to the Trap Chair.
Camille was at a large physical disadvantage. She stood only five two and weighed one hundred pounds and was very week and non-athletic. Before her nightmare life of being a slave started, Camille was a charming, graceful young Southern girl who held to the old fashion charms of Southern women. But she hated sports or anything athletic except ballet, which she took for 12 years before her father sold her. But Camille considered the often grueling ballet exercises art not sports. In her physical education classes at school she was always the last picked for teams because she was klutzy and was terrible at sports but she never cared. To her she excelled in areas a true lady should excel in; academically, charm, grace, dignity, and etiquette. Those she had in abundance. So what chance did she have physically against Mira? Mira stood so much taller than her at five eight, she worked out five times a week at the gym with a personal trainer to stay fit and toned, and she was much stronger than Camille.
"Lay down on it. On your back." Mira commanded when they stood next to the device.
"Ut uh." Camille whined out as she bit her lower lip and shook her head.
Mira smiled and walked behind Camille and ran her fingers gently up the girl's back. Camille shivered but no in pleasure from the seductive caress; she shivered in fear. Mira bent down and placed her lips on the scared brunette's right ear.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It is your choice and this is one of the very few free choices you will ever get to make from now on," Camille felt Mira's warm breath on her ear and then Mira licked her ear seductively, "So choose wisely." Camille nodded and slowly got down on the Trap Chair and lay on her back.
"Good, girl. Now hands over your head." Camille obeyed as Mira walked around and locked her hands in a pair of leather padded cuffs attached to a thick metal bar behind Camille's head. Mira then walked around to the girl's feet and pulled her down by her ankles and lifted the whimpering girl's legs in the air and placed them in a stock device attached to the chair just below her knees. Camille was laying on her back with her body about 4 feet off the ground and bent in an L shape with her legs in the air and spread about 3 feet apart and her butt was just barely hanging over the edge of the Trap so her naked sex and butt were exposed. Her owner then walked back around behind her and Camille heard a series of clicking sounds and soon her arms were being pulled further behind her above her head as the slack was taken out of the chains attached to her shackles. It reminded her of a medieval torture rack and she started struggling and sobbing in fear as she thought Mira was going to stretch her arms out of the sockets. Mira laughed and then clicking sound ended when Camille's arms were at full length.
"Silly bitch. I am not going to rip you apart. That would be a waste of my money." Mira then walked to the far wall, the heels of her boots clicking loudly on the smooth cement floor of the basement. She looked over the instruments on the wall and then selected a round rattan cane 40 inches long and 4 inches thick. Mira wrapped the leather strap dangling down from the grip end of the cane around her wrists and walked back to Camille, whose eyes never left her un-wanted Mistress.
