Actually, Master Rex had requested an evening alone together, and
suggested Clair be put in charge of Susan. So Clair was instructed to bathe Susan and to strap her
in for the night. Then she was supposed to clean herself up and strap herself into the adjoining
side of the bed. Mistress Jeannie expected to find them stretched out, side-by-side in the morning.
As soon as the Master and her Mistress left them alone, Clair took Susan's leash and headed for the
bathroom. Once there she ran the bath water, but instead of preparing Susan for the bath she put
her mouth against Susan's ear and whispered her escape plan to her. A little glint came into
Susan's eyes and then she started to weep and shake her head. Susan was already broken. 'It
wouldn't work; it would backfire; they would be punished.' "O.K., then shut up. You know nothing
about it, and I'll send the police back to get you once I get away." Clair looked hopefully at
Susan who was weeping more freely and looking even more scared. In a frightened little voice she
said, "If I don't tell the Master he will punish me." Clair couldn't bring herself to condemn her
friend, and she certainly wasn't about to hurt her. But she did yank her into the bedroom and affix
her to the bed. She then looked for the gag that would most effectively muffle sound and shut her
friend up. Susan looked up at her, relieved that she would be held blameless for Clair's escape.
Clair went back into the bathroom and turned off the water. The Master and her Mistress would be
busy with each other until the morning. That means she might be able to return with the authorities
before they awoke, if she got a quick enough start. She had already considered the problem of
traveling clothes. Making her way quickly and quietly to the utility room she found a pair of the
Master's old jeans and a torn shirt which she had hidden away for exactly this possibility.
Slipping into them as quickly and silently as she could she was ready to escape. Shoes were the
only thing she didn't have. She wasn't about to make her escape in super high heels, and the
Master's shoes were unavailable to her. But her feet had hardened over the intervening weeks and
she only had a half mile or so to go. She entered the machine room and found the access panel.
Opening it, she slid silently into the air vent and closed the panel behind her. She started
weeping tears of joy as she climbed the rungs toward the light above her. Her joy turned to waves
of frustration and anger when she found the grid, instead of being open, was somehow locked in
place. Her first instinct was to want to bash the mechanic for having been wrong about the grate.
But there was no time for that now. She would climb back down and go to the gym. There she could
remove one of the steel bars from the weight machine and come back and either pry or smash the
grate open. Anything was worth the risk at this point. Once she got to the bottom of the shaft,
however, she found the access panel had locked behind her when she closed it and couldn't be opened
from the inside. A wave of terror overcame her. Goose bumps broke out all over her arms, sides, and
legs. She felt the strong urge to pee. 'Oh, my God,' she thought, 'how could this have happened?'
She was still pondering her options when the access panel suddenly flew open in front of her and
she heard her Mistress's voice call out, "You get the hell out of there, this instant." But her
Mistress had to wait, until the sound of a bladder voiding had finished and all that remained was
the sound of Clair's plaintive apologies and tears. * * * * * As she emerged from the shaft she
found her Mistress standing with her arms crossed, her riding crop twitching in the air. Behind her
stood the Master with Susan on her leash next to him. "Please Mistress, . . ." Clair started to
beg. Her pleading was interrupted by Mistress Jeannie's free hand which suddenly came whipping up
and slapped her across the face. "Shut up!" she screamed. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" You get out
of those clothes, right now! Clair did so as quickly as she could. Mistress Jeannie had Clair turn
around while she re-cuffed her wrists. She re-cuffed her ankles connecting them with a short length
of chain. She reinserted a rubber ball gag which hadn't been used since Clair first arrived. She
reattached Clair's collar which had been left in the bedroom and attached a leash. Clair was crying
freely the whole time--crying with frustration, crying with fear, crying in pain. Her Mistress led
her back to the big training room and over to the restraining horse where they thought Brenda had
been killed. Indicating she was to lay down across it, Clair's eyes went wide and she started to
back up, pulling against the leash. Her Mistress tugged the leash down and forward driving Clair to
her knees in front of her. She then grabbed the collar ring and shoved her face directly into
Clair's. Speaking sharply she said, "Listen you foolish slave, I've got no intention of doing any
permanent damage. You're a valuable property and it's my job to train you properly and keep you
healthy. If you cooperate fully and learn well, life will be extremely pleasant," she paused for a
moment to think about that statement and then added, "or at least fairly tolerable." And then she
shook Clair's head with the leash as she spoke to punctuate her words. "but if you give me any more
shit--if you don't jump when I tell you to . . ." Clair's face was filled with a look of almost
terror. She nodded as emphatically as Her Mistress's grip on her collar would allow. "Because if
you fuck with me. . ." she suddenly yanked the collar forward and down so that Clair fell forward
on her chest and face. Kneeling down, her Mistress literally sat on the back of her head. And with
her black riding crop she reached over and, with considerable force, lashed her six strokes on each
buttock. Then she stood up and said, as if nothing had happened, "Now please get over to the
restraining horse and lay down for me like a good little girl." Clair got up with some difficulty,
her face completely wet. The lashing had not only left a series of ugly red welts, where the
strokes had overlapped, the skin had broken leaving small bloody patches. She meekly walked over as
she was bid and lay down with her sore butt exposed to all the world. Her Mistress systematically
cuffed her to the horse as Brenda had been cuffed an eternity before. Her Mistress then placed
clamps on each of Clair's nipples and a large dildo shaped but plug in her rear. The salve which
she used on the butt plug felt like it had a hot pepper base. Clair squirmed and screeched into her
gag. Then, turning to Master Rex, she asked, "May I?" Without a word, he turned Susan's leash over
to Mistress Jeannie. She tugged on the leash until Susan was positioned directly in front of Clair,
her pussy directly in front of Clair's face. Mistress Jeannie shouted, "And you, you little cunt,
you knew what she had in mind, didn't you?" She thwacked Susan across her butt. Susan was crying
with pain and terror, but made no attempt to move. Thwack, thwack. "Didn't you!" "Yess, Mistress
Jeannie. I'm sorry, Mistress Jeannie." Thwack, Thwack "I didn't ask you if you were sorry; I only
asked if you knew, didn't I?" "Yess, Mistress Jeannie." Thwack "And you made no attempt to stop
her, did you?" An agonized wail, "No, Mistress Jeannie." Thwack "But you could have tried to stop
her, couldn't you?" "Yes, Mistress Jeannie." Thwack "And you would in the future, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Jeannie." She pushed her face right up against Susan's, but didn't hit her again.
"Are you sure?" "Yes, Mistress Jeannie." No thwack Are you very sure?!" even louder. "Yes, Mistress
Jeannie." "ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY SURE!!? "Yes, Mistress Jeannie." In the most pathetic wail even the
Trainer had ever heard. She spun the girl so that they were face to face and grabbing her collar
pulled her down a half foot until they were eye-to-eye. She spent a long, long minute staring
directly into Susan's terrified face as the tall blond half crouched before her. Satisfied, she
released the collar and taking the leash handed it back to the Master Rex. "Thank you," she said,
"I hope that this will never happen again." The trainer took the leash and thought, 'Well I'm sure
it won't as far as Susan is concerned.' Then he looked down at the terrified and mightily suffering
Clair and thought, 'and I wouldn't be surprised if it won't as far as that one is concerned either,
but we'll just have to wait and see.

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' Taking Susan, he led her back to his quarters. Once there he
said, "O.K. little girl, dry your eyes, I know very little of this was your fault." Susan was still
blubbering and her face was wet with tears and snot and saliva. The trainer left her standing in
the middle of the room and went into the bath. Then he returned with some salve and a warm wet
washcloth. First he ministered to her rear. The salve he used both disinfected and numbed the
welts. He then cleaned her face. By the time he was through her weeping had subsided to gentle
sniffling and heartfelt assurances that she would always be completely loyal in the future. "Would
you like to get back into my good graces?" he asked. She dropped to her knees at his feet. And even
though her hands were still cuffed behind her, leaned up against him and said, "Oh, yes, Master.
Please, Master. Just tell me what I can do." He raised her up to her feet and removed her cuffs and
leash. He walked over to the bed where he removed his clothes and climbed in. He pushed all of the
pillows into a big pile against the center of the headboard. Then he positioned himself in a half
sitting, half reclining position at the center of the bed, his head propped up on the pillows.
Beckoning to her he said, "O.K., sweet thing, come and show me what you've learned and make it nice
and slow." Gratefully she climbed in next to him and started. And as she did, he turned on the
large monitor to watch how Jeannie was dealing with Clair. * * * * * Once Master Rex had departed
with Susan, Mistress Jeannie stood looking at the severely bound redhead for a long while. Mistress
Jeannie's jaw was clenched. Then she started biting her lower lip with rage and uncertainty. She
walked around to Clair's back side. Clair followed her with her eyes and started to tremble when
she moved out of her sight. But all Her Mistress did for a long time was to stand next to her ass
and play with the anal plug. She would pull it out and reinsert it or twist it first one way and
then the other. The treatment was uncomfortable, but much less so than what had already come. Clair
had the impression that her Mistress was almost absentmindedly fiddling with it as she was
pondering something else. In fact, Mistress Jeannie was trying to figure out what was expected of
her. What would Master Rex do now. She thought back to the events of the past hour. After Clair had
taken Susan for her bath, Master Rex had said, "There is something you need to see." And leading
quickly he returned to his room and turned on the monitor. Two flicks and it showed the girls in
the bathroom. Mistress Jeannie didn't remember anything in the bathroom that looked like a hidden
camera and then made the connection. "All the mirrors," she said aloud. "Listen," said Master Rex.
The tub was filling and Clair was whispering something into Susan's ear. It was impossible to tell
what was being said, especially over the sound of running water, but the meaning was obvious.
Something conspiratorial was up. Suddenly Clair said loud enough to be heard, "O.K., then shut up.
You know nothing about it, and I'll send the police back to get you once I get away." Susan's
response made Master Rex nod, "If I don't tell the Master he will punish me." "You're damn right he
will," Mistress Jeannie said aloud. The Trainer smiled. They watched as Clair led Susan into the
bedroom and began her escape. It seemed clear to Jeannie that while Susan wasn't actively helping,
she was doing nothing to foil the attempt. She asked Master Rex about that and he confirmed it.
"Yes," he had said, "that constitutes a severely punishable lapse of discipline on Susan's part."
Then pausing as he flicked the monitors to follow Clair's escape route. "But what are you going to
do about her?" As she pondered the question, he seemed to read her agitation and volunteered, "Oh,
don't worry yourself, she's not going anywhere." They watched as she dressed in Master Rex's
clothes and entered the air shaft. They left his room, went to pick up Susan who was panicked to
see them so soon. She was especially horrified by the expression on Mistress Jeannie's face.
Bringing a whimpering Susan in tow, they had gone to pick up Clair in the machine room. Mistress
Jeannie suddenly let go of the butt plug. Master Rex had said, 'You've got to see this.' He knew
that Clair was going to make a break. How had he known that? She glanced down at the welts on
Clair's ass almost as if they were abstract art. Tracing the patterns with her finger, she thought
back over some of the lessons Master Rex had given her concerning how to be a good Mistress. Clair
had no idea what her Mistress was up to, but the feel of her fingers on her rear sent flashes of
both pain and pleasure coursing through her. She twitched. Master Rex had said that a good Mistress
was stern but forgiving. She had to build loyalty, not just subservience, not just obedience. Most
of all she had to break all resistance--not just the obvious surface resistance, but the underlying
subconscious resistance as well. A well trained slave had to see no alternatives, no other life, no
salvation except for complete and uncritical trust, obedience, and love of her Mistress. Her finger
suddenly froze. Clair had tried to escape. There must have been a great deal of subconscious
resistance. Master Rex had known! How? And how had Clair known where to go? She remembered the
mechanic and the reprimand she had given Clair for taking so long in the utility room. Clair had
overheard something . . . . NO! Master Rex had arranged for her to overhear something. She was
supposed to try to escape! Why? So that she would be caught and punished? Yes . . . but, more than
that. So that her subconscious resistance would be broken. Mistress Jeannie suddenly knew what she
had to do. Pure punishment would just drive her resistance deeper, waiting for another opportunity.
Perhaps it would never come, but there would always be a hidden resistance, just the same. She
walked around the horse and crouched down until her head was on a level with Clair's. Clair's face
was streaked with tears. Her mouth wide behind the gag. Her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty.
She saw the look in her Mistress's eyes and the cool, intellectual look frightened her as much as
the anger she saw before. "How would you like everything to be forgiven and forgotten? New tears
formed in Clair's eyes. She bobbed her head with suspicion and hope. Her Mistress went to the
dresser and opened a drawer. Looking down Clair started with terror as she saw all the mysterious
instruments of what she could only assume were for torture. But her Mistress only removed a jar of
salve and closed the drawer. As Clair trembled and drew a big sigh of relief, her Mistress walked
back behind her and gently removed the anal plug. Then taking a generous glop of salve from the jar
she spread it all around Clair's ass. She took an extra portion of the salve and, slowing inserting
her finger, spread it around the inside of Clair's anus. The mysterious potion quickly put out the
fires and left a gentle numbness instead. It also disinfected the area and minimized the chances
that the whipping would leave permanent marks. Then Mistress Jeannie undid all Clair's restraints
except for the neck collar and said, "Follow me." Clair was surprised and relieved to notice that
her Mistress left her crop on top of the dresser, and only took the jar of salve with her. She
followed with increased hope and an almost profound sense of gratitude for her Mistress's
forgiveness. In his room, Master Rex smiled at what he saw in the monitor and then finally took
notice of Susan's attempts to please him. He'd been too caught up in the drama on the screen to pay
much attention to efforts. He smiled at her and thought, 'Let me play with you for awhile, my poor
little flower. You've had to pay a high price for Clair's training and I'm afraid you won't be with
me for much longer. I think we're very close to finished here.' And with than he reached over for
the remote and flicked on tape recorders for the girls' bath and bedroom. He would look at them
tomorrow. He flicked off the monitor, double checked the security settings, and dimmed the room
lights. Susan who had been a little disappointed at her Master's lack of responsiveness, was
delighted to see him turn his attention more fully to her. Despite the stiffness in her rear, she
would make an extra special effort to please him.

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