Another test of a very different nature awaited Monique. Shortly after she had arrived at
OSIRIS she had been warned that there were a few female Members and that they could be
even crueler than the men. For all her harrowing experiences as a novice, she had never
been used by a female Member, only an occasional Graduate. But as a Mistress she finally
crossed the path of one such female Member, and had a taste of how malicious a woman could
be toward another female.
It happened in one of the small lounges. Monique was serving freshly brewed coffee to a
party of two men and a woman. The woman was dressed in a long, dark green sheath. She had
short, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. By now Monique looked automatically for the nose
and ear jewelry of a Graduate, but this woman had none. However, she was wearing the
distinctive ring of the OSIRIS Member, an onyx centered in a gold, diamond shaped setting.
A Trainer came into the lounge leading a pretty young blond novice on a leash, her hands
bound behind her. He brought her directly to the woman Member.
From her relaxed position in the chair, the woman looked over the naked girl, smiled,
stood up and walked slowly toward her, dismissing the Trainer with a waive. She walked
slowly, clockwise, around the nervous girl, appraising her with her cold smile, touching a
finger to the girl’s right shoulder and dragging it across her back to the left shoulder
then down to her left breast. She traced circles around her aureoles and brushed the tips
of her nipples with the tips of her fingers, back and forth lightly, watching the girl’s
eyes. From Monique’s position across the room, where she waited with her coffee pot, she
could see conflicting expressions flick across the girl’s face. Fear? Distaste?
Stimulation? The girl clearly did not know what to make of the situation. The woman
stepped back a little, still directing her dangerous smile at the blond slave. Without
breaking eye contact with the girl, she beckoned to Monique, who came to her at once.
“Yes, my Lady?”
“Is the coffee in that pot hot?”
“Yes, my Lady. Very hot.”
“Pour some of it, right here.” She touched the point of the girl’s nipple.
Monique hesitated a moment. The girl was looking at her in alarm, her body tensing.
Monique knew she could not get out of this, so she closed her eyes briefly, inhaled
deeply, and poured a small quantity of the steaming liquid over the girl’s nipple. The
girl screeched and shrugged back away from it in an involuntary reflex.
“Oh, naughty!” The woman intoned.
She turned to one of the two men who were watching curiously.
“Wes, give the Mistress a whip.”
One of the men, thick set with bad complexion, opened a drawer in an end table and
extracted a short whip which he handed to Monique.
“Now, Mistress, give this slave seven solid lashes on her behind. Make them good ones,
mind you, or you’ll have to do it all over again.”
Monique had known the day would come when she had to administer punishment to one of the
novices and had mentally prepared herself. Still, it was not in her nature and she felt
her pulse rising. She set the coffee pot down on the end table, removed from the drawer a
short chain that had clips on both ends and proceeded to clip one end to the link between
the girl’s handcuffs and the other end to her collar, so she would not be able to protect
her rump with her hands. Then she pulled an ottoman in front of the girl and ordered her
to lie down over it with her head touching the floor and her bare bottom in the air.
As she steeled herself to deliver the first blow, the woman Member somehow detected her
reluctance.
“Put all you’ve got into it, Mistress!”
“Yes, my Lady.” But Monique had seen how Leo, when someone was watching, pretended to
whip her with fierce blows when, in fact, he was angling the crop so that it only stung.
She tried the same technique, whacking the girl with seven loud blows that made her grunt
and gasp.
“Oh Mistress,” the Member woman said with exaggerated disappointment. “That wasn’t nearly
good enough. I’m afraid you’re going to have to do it all over again. This time,” she
hardened her eyes and her voice, “make it ten strokes and put your body into it. This
slave needs to be punished, Mistress, and you’ll just have to keep whipping her until you
satisfy me that she’s been punished properly. Do you understand me?”
Monique certainly did.
“Yes, my Lady, of course.”
She swallowed, and gripped the whip harder. She was being tested and she had no intention
of failing the test. Besides, repeated whippings would do this poor novice no favor. So
she drew back and brought the whip down on the girl’s buttocks as hard as she could seven
times, making her scream. When she stopped, she was breathing hard from exertion and
emotion stress, her victim crying copiously.
“That was adequate,” the woman allowed, still smiling malignantly. “Now stand her up!”
Monique helped the crying girl to her feet.
“Take the coffee pot.”
Monique did as she was told, although she knew, and the girl knew, what this woman was
about to demand. Monique felt sick. The girl looked terrified.
“Now let’s start again. Pour some of the coffee on this little pink teat and let’s see if
our slave… what’s her name?” She examined the girl’s collar. “Toni. Let’s see if Toni
will stand still this time and take it. Or whether she’d prefer a more interesting
punishment.”
“Yes, my Lady.” Monique hoped the coffee had cooled a little. She started to pour and
this time the girl did not look at her. She had closed her eyes and was biting her lower
lip hard, her body tensed and waiting. As the steaming coffee flowed over her nipple she
gasped, cringed and clenched her stomach, but kept herself from trying to evade it.
“Much better. Now try it with the other tit.”
The girl accepted the second dose of pain with the same restraint. The woman’s nod seemed
disappointed. She reached out and pinched the still reddened nipple between her
fingernails. This time the girl cried out and hunched her shoulders, but still did not
pull away. The woman laughed and told Monique to take her to one of the private rooms.
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