EXTRACT FOR
Enslaved Lovers
(Emily Sinclaire)

"There's just one more thing we need to take care of before we can get back to the fun," Carla said, handing the pen off to Tiffany who took it, signed her name on her contract and then passed it off to Becca to witness. When she was done she handed it back to their new Mistress. "And with that, you're both mine for the next three years but that shouldn't be a problem seeing as how you've become such fast lovers, right slaves?"

"No Mistress," Becca and Tiffany answered in unison. "For better or worse I am yours to command," Tiffany added.

"As am I, Mistress," Becca said. "For the better I hope, but as your slave I have little say in how you treat us."

"Don't worry, I will not discard nineteen years of friendship, though from time to time things may seem that way. The two of you are going to do things you don't want, things far more perverse than a little pussy licking I might add if you disobey you will be disciplined. Now, on all fours and follow."

Becca and Tiffany leaned shifted from kneeling to all fours and followed their Mistress from the living room, through the kitchen and down into the basement to a room neither of them had ever set eyes on. The door slid open with a menacing creak and Carla walked in and stepped to the side. Becca and Tiffany crawled in behind her and their eyes went wide. 

"Welcome, slaves, to my dungeon. Feel free to take a look around and ask any questions you might have and once you've gotten it all out of your system we'll continue with your training."

"I don't think I'll ever get this out of my system, Mistress," Becca said as she crawled towards a piece of angled metal furniture with red leather padding and heavy duty o-rings on either side. "What is this thing, Mistress?"

"That, slave, is a kneeler. It puts disobedient slaves in the perfect position for punishment or play."

"Thank you Mistress." Hearing the word punishment, Becca crawled away before she was on the receiving end of her first caning. 

"I see you're not eager to see which I'm in the mood for," Carla said with a menacing purr that froze her best friend turned slave in place. Sit on the lower platform and lean back with your head on top. You will not move your head unless given permission to do so or you'll be disciplined."

"Y-Yes Mistress." Doing as her Mistress commanded, Becca turned around, crawled back to the kneeler and got in position. 

Carla went to a pegboard affixed to the far left wall and picked up a pair of wide leather cuffs. Returning to her now visibly quivering slave, she attached one to each of Becca's wrists and then locked them in place to the middle set of rings. She then went to the other side of the dungeon, grabbed several long tapered candles, placed them in a tarnished silver candelabra, lit them and then walked back over to the kneeler where she sat the candelabra on a small table just on the edge of Becca's sight. Going to a cabinet she retrieved a metal box about the size of a loaf of bread and placed it on the same table as the candles.

Opening the box, Carla put on a pair of purple nitrile gloves and then tore a small foil pack containing an alcohol wipe and used it to clean Becca's breasts. Going back to the box, she opened a package out of view and then slowly ran the object through the flame until it was hot to the touch. Acting quickly, she pinched Becca's left nipple between finger and thumb and pushed a long needle through.