Yes, that was the thing that frightened her.Yes, that was the thing that frightened her. She had fallen into disfavor. One of the men at the party had made it known that he fully expected her to share his bed sometime soon and she had replied by pouring her drink into his pocket. Helga immediately bound her to the ballet bar in full view of all the guests and gagged her with a ball gag. Sue was accustomed to such treatment by then and she was even fully clothed. Yet this was different. People were milling around her and making comments about the more interesting parts of her body. Every so often she felt a tentative hand slip through the slit of her dress and slide along the thigh. The worst thing, though, had been the look in Lady Miranda's eyes before the blindfold was pulled tightly around her head. This had little to do with fantasy slavery or even erotic bondage. This was anger. It would mean punishment. Sue heard a snap of Lady Miranda's fingers and then felt a thin, childish pair of hands lift her dress up over her waist and pull down her panties and hose. Terror struck her heart as her bare buttocks were exposed and thrust out behind her due to her bent-over position. Her legs were forced apart so her ankles could be tied to the posts of the ballet bar and she imagined how obscene she must look from behind. The Mistress whispered in her ear that since it was her first mistake she would only give her five strokes. Then she kissed her on the cheek. And though the spanking was painful, the worst part was her inability to move. Or even to scream. Or for that matter to see. When the ordeal was over, Yvette was told to take the slave down into one of the less scenic dungeons and make her comfortable for the night. Terry fared little better after the party. Helga took her into the dining hall, stripped her down to her stockings and garterbelt and made her lie face-down on one of the tables. |