The days and nights that Katie spent with Whipmistress Sadie were varied, fascinating, educational, sexually satisfying and except for the session on the rack, no more than moderately painful. Until the penultimate day she never saw daylight and caught only the occasional glimpse of conventional plaster-walled cellars beyond the assortment of caves, crypts and dungeons where she was kept. That seemed to go on for ever; she was never shown all the facilities, which varied greatly in the comforts- or the opposite- which they offered. The suite assigned to Sadie was relatively luxurious. It was, like the dungeon where Katie had been racked immediately after her arrival, a cavern that had been 'finished' with stone vaulting and partitions for the kitchen and bathroom. The walls and ceilings boasted almost as many anchor-points for slaves as did the torture chamber, but they were also hung with costly silks, hangings and tapestries, and the floor was mostly covered with oriental rugs. There were couches, armchairs, a huge sofa, a writing desk and a small dining set, all occupying the same room as the king-sized four-poster with its carved woodwork and rich curtains. A distinctive feature of the suite- which Katie didn't notice in any other area- were two gated alcoves, no more than four feet high and five feet across, with tiny mattresses, feeding bowls and drain holes in the floor. Neither was ever occupied during Katie's stay.

From the beginning, Katie had the impression that Sadie owned at least two or three slaves, but she had none with her. The suite was cleaned and serviced by resident Organisation slaves, some male, some female, who worked in heavy, conspicuous chains, arranged in ways that left them with enough freedom to perform their functions. All wore bulky collars that would shock them if they moved beyond their designated areas, and all were available for sexual use by any free resident or guest. Some were more desirable than others. The comelier women and the younger, more handsome males brought food and drink on demand, and were much more likely to be retained for longer; sometimes for the night, though specialised pleasure slaves were available if required. For Whipmistress Sadie, Katie met most of her sexual requirements, and was expected to act as a companion, sounding board and bondage toy, usually all at once. The last of those functions was partly the result of the interrogations of Plenty and Sumpta, the two resident slaves belonging to Katie's ex-owner, Professor Clynes. They knew that their mistress liked her in very tight, restrictive bondage, and Sadie's instinct was to continue that practice.

Katie spent the night after her 'debriefing' in temporary leather restraints, but the next morning she was taken to a specialised fitter whose workshop was some distance away down a long, brick-lined tunnel that led away from the interrogation suites. Sadie pushed her in a borrowed wheelchair, for her joints were still tender from the racking even though she was not in any constant pain. A very rotund middle-aged man fitted her with a full set of irons, with collar and waistband, of burnished steel. It took nearly two hours, as each item was hammered to match her contours, but with their rounded edges they were very comfortable although she was conscious of their weight. The 'blacksmith', when he'd removed the temporary collar, made a cast of her throat, chin and lower face, including her mouth, which she was told to keep very slightly open. He used a hi-tech compound that cured in a few seconds when a catalyst was applied. She was not told why it was being done, but Sadie was told to bring her back in a couple of days. When they left her hands were locked behind her and to a ring in the back of the waistband, and she would spend much of the ten days that way. Her ankles were also hobbled, but with a generous fourteen inches of chain, so with the sandals provided for her she could keep up a reasonable pace with a mincing gait, and open her knees wide for sex. That was important to Sadie, for she took her to bed as soon as they reached her quarters. Very different to any of her previous users, she was similar to Katie in size and weight, very mobile, and, as she oiled her body lightly each morning and had the serving-slaves do the same for Katie several times a day, very slippery. She was strong, and liked to literally rub herself with Katie, massaging herself, and doing the same in return. She was also fond of scissoring, and having much slimmer legs than Katie's previous mistress and her slaves, it worked surprisingly well, especially with the aid of a double-ended dildo. That occupied them on the first day, before it was time to start the afternoon's interrogation, which Katie was allowed to watch, bound upright to a pillar just a few feet from the subject. To prevent her interfering with the process she was gagged for the first time since her enslavement. A ball gag was strapped in place and held firmly by a soft leather panel that conformed to the contours of her face. Sadie was obviously concerned that she would not be frightened by it. 'You've been given something to supress your gag reflex', she told her. 'You won't be left alone. When that's necessary we have gags with breathing tubes.' Katie was glad to hear that, but it was still difficult to get used to the object in her mouth, and to the fact that she could not remove it herself.

Whipmistress Sadie did not always use the rack. She preferred male slaves staked out in a very rigid 'X' shape, on their backs, exposing their particular vulnerabilities to various implements that were provided for the purpose. Her favourite was the ball press; two small sheets of rigid transparent plastic joined by four bolts with wing nuts. Once the slave's testicles were held firmly between them, it was a simple matter to give the nuts a turn, one way or the other, according to the degree of candour with which questions were answered. Sadie found the first subject annoying. The big black man was taciturn and surly at first but became garrulous when he felt the first real pressure, The problem was that he hadn't listened properly when Sadie explained how the lie detector worked. He was a recent import, and from his accent and his garbled grammar, Katie suspected that his English wasn't good enough, but the gag prevented her from pointing that out. Once he started talking it was difficult to understand, but he seemed to be making up nonsensical stories about his master, some so revolting that Sadie eventually shut him up with an extra turn of the screws, reducing his contribution to a series of short, high-pitched screams. The lie detector dismissed the more outrageous accusations, and all that was left was the revelation that his master enjoyed sodomising black males while they did the same to white females. Having no interest in such humdrum matings, Sadie eventually released him, having him wheeled away with the instruction that he receive twenty lashes for telling malicious lies about his master. If that seemed mild, she told Katie that the gentleman concerned would add many more when he read the transcript, even though other interrogations had revealed him to be a most kind and considerate owner.