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As I closed the door after the last client of the day Melissa padded on bare feet from the living room, an open can of VB in her hand. “Here you are Sir, I thought you may like a cold beer after a hard day of spanking.” She giggled as she passed the drink to me.

“Thank you my subbie, I love it when you read my mind,” I laughed, “Any messages?”

“Only one phone call Sir,” Melissa replied, “And it was a bit strange. She said she was from Channel 8 and wanted to include an interview with you on a TV documentary they are making on BDSM. I have her name and number for you to ring her back.”

“A BDSM documentary on television?” I said as I slumped into my favorite armchair. “Well that sounds interesting I must say, get her for me Melissa.”

“Yes Sir, my pleasure,” Melissa replied, picking up the cordless phone and dialing the number. She wrinkled her nose as she listened to the recorded list of options. “I wonder if any large companies actually employ telephonists these days, I hate dealing with computers.”

Finally Melissa made contact with the reporter and passed the phone to me, “Her name is Anne Shearman,” my subbie said as she knelt at my feet, removing my shoes and sox to start my daily foot massage.

“Matt speaking, may I help you?” I said and for the next fifteen minutes I listened to Ms. Shearman motor mouth her plans for the TV show and my interview.

When I was finally able to get a word in I explained my situation to her and also put her right about some misconceptions she had about the BDSM scene. Anne had not heard the words “safe, sane and consensual” used in relation to BDSM. I had to assure her that all Doms/Dommes were not sadists and in fact most were caring and understanding people who went out of their way to make ensure the safety and enjoyment of their submissives. I suggested some good web sites where she could do some investigation prior to my interview. I also stated that I wanted a signed legal contract to see the final cut and that we would negotiate any changes I required. Thirty five minutes later we agreed that Anne, her camera man and sound recorder would come to my home the following Thursday for the interview.

“Well Melissa, how would you like to be on television?” I asked as I passed the telephone over.

“Me on TV? Oh Sir, I would be worried that some of my old friends would recognize me and perhaps my parents find out also.”

“I understand that my sweet, I think I can organize that your lovely face does not appear, and just to make sure, we will obtain a mask. Anyway it just may be that shapely arse of your that gets on the screen, Anne has asked me if I have someone with whom I could do a spanking demonstration.”

Melissa blushed and gulped, “Oh Sir, my arse on national television? Whatever next will you have planned for me?’

I laughed, “Don’t worry my subbie, I will ensure that you are not embarrassed in any way and just for once you will wear panties. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, it may never get to air. Melissa?”

“Yes Sir?” Melissa looked up from massaging my feet and smiled when she saw where I was pointing. She quickly wiped the excess oil from my feet and knelt up between my legs.

Melissa’s deft hands soon had my belt unclipped, the button undone and the zip lowered. I raised my hips and she slid the trousers and undies down and off over my feet. Her practiced hands stroked my cock and it wasn’t long before I was hard and ready for her soft lips. Melissa sucked for a time on each of my balls, her shining eyes telling me how much she was enjoying pleasing her Master. After licking all over the shaft she opened her mouth and I had the wonderful sight of my cock sliding slowly out of sight. The sensations were amazing as the head of my cock went down her throat and my balls slapped her chin. Our eyes met and my subbie cheekily winked at me, then started to move her head up and down, her cheeks moving in and out as she sucked hard. I relaxed back into the chair and let Melissa please me, knowing it would not take long before I was ready to orgasm. My moans of pleasure told Melissa that I was getting close and her head bobbed up and down in long slow movements.

“I’m cummmmmiiiiiinnngggggg,” I cried, my hips thrusting forward as my cock spurted into her welcoming mouth.

Melissa sucked hard and swallowed, loving that she was looking after her Master and making sure that she did not spill one drop. As I calmed down she smiled up at me, licking her lips in the familiar “cat’s got the cream” expression that I love so much.

“Thank you my subbie, you were excellent as always.”

“Your pleasure is always mine Master,” Melissa smiled at me again as she stood, “Are you ready for dinner now? The roast beef will be done to your liking I’m sure.”

“Thank you Melissa, go and serve the dinner, I will be there as soon as I wash up.”

The next few days passed quietly as the day drew close for the television interview.

Anne Shearman and her two man crew arrived on time in separate cars the following Thursday. Melissa has been fussing about the house to ensure that it looked at its best. Fresh flowers in the hall and living room, the smell of freshly brewed coffee from the kitchen and incense burning in the dungeon. I dressed casually as usual but at Melissa’s quiet insistence I wore a pair of leather trousers with a black shirt. Melissa was dressed demurely as a good subbie should be and nervously showed the TV crew into the living room.

Anne introduced herself and her assistants, Jake on camera and Zeke on sound recording. Anne looked in her late thirties, medium length bottle blond hair, a lovely smile that probably cost thousands of dollars and a solid figure. She was smartly dressed in a white blouse and dark blue jacket with matching blue skirt that fell just below her knees.

I told Melissa to take the boys into the dungeon so they could work out camera angles and get some ‘atmosphere’ shots that could be edited later. While they were doing that I went over the contract with Anne. It was as I had asked for, giving me the final say as to what was to go to air, and Melissa and Jake witnessed the signatures.

The dungeon was now brightly lit with extra lights and after a little discussion the interview commenced. Anne had done her homework pretty well and most of the questions were intelligent and well worded. I answered each carefully, taking my time to choose the correct words, knowing that the BDSM community and many of my friends would be watching critically.

After about twenty minutes of questioning Anne called for a break. I knew that the segment that was being recorded at my place would only take about twelve minutes of the whole show and that some of the interview would end on the cutting room floor. Now it was time to record a short demonstration of what actually took place during a BDSM session, with natural emphasis on the intriguing subject of Corporal Punishment.

Melissa was standing to one side looking quite nervous and concerned so I excused us for a short time and took her out to the kitchen.

I gave Melissa a hug and asked, “My little subbie, are you ok to go through with the filming? You don’t have to if you don’t want to you know, I understand how you may be feeling.”

“Oh Sir, thank you. I do want to do it for you but I feel so nervous, worse than the first time I visited you here.”

“Perfectly understandable Melissa, but don’t forget that you will be masked and none of your family or friends have seen your short hair cut. I am 100% sure that you will not be recognized.”

Melissa thought for a short time before replying, “Yes you are right as usual Sir, I will do it, for me, for you and for the community.”

“Excellent my subbie,” I gave her a quick kiss, “Let’s give the viewers a show they will never forget, and remember, I have the final say. So you and I will see it before it goes to air and edit anything we think is inappropriate.”

Melissa grinned and took my hand, “Let’s go Master and show my arse to the world!”

We entered the dungeon and from a drawer I took a fancy dress mask that Melissa slipped over her face.

“Ok Anne, we are ready to do the demonstration for you now. No questions while I am working please, I’ll explain what is happening as we proceed and if necessary we can do a voice over later.” I felt totally in control of the situation. “Jake, Melissa will be over the spanking horse and I will be standing on the left hand side, so I suggest you stand about here and Zeke you should have the mike as close as possible to Melissa. I’m sure your viewers will appreciate some of the sound effects.”

After the guys had their equipment ready and Melissa and I in place, I started the demonstration. I explained Melissa’s place in our relationship and then turned my subbie around and bent her over the wooden frame. I heard Anne gasp as I lifted Melissa’s skirt and exposed her lovely white buttocks. Since the first contact with Anne I had not played with Melissa’s arse so it would be unmarked for today’s demonstration.

Naturally I commenced with a few swats of fairly gentle bare hand spanking, before, because of the time constraints, giving some hard whacks that brought some “owws and ouches” from Melissa. My next choice was a table tennis bat, explaining as I swatted Melissa’s arse that the bat made an excellent, inexpensive paddle, and it was readily available, if not already in many homes. Melissa’s buttocks were now a soft pink and I changed to a leather strap. Her reactions were loud as the strap left clear red marks that made my subbie kick her legs at each swat. I glanced at Anne to see with interest that she had slumped into my chair and was biting her bottom lip as she gazed at Melissa’s red arse.

My next selection was a riding crop and after a couple of swishes through the air I landed ten quick cracks on alternate cheeks. Melissa’s cries filled the room and I knew that she was making the most of the situation and over reacting for the camera. Her arse cheeks were criss-crossed with bright red marks and I knew that Jake had a close up view for the viewers.

“The last item I am going to demonstrate is a cane,” I said as I changed the crop for a thin piece of rattan. “This can easily cut the flesh and extreme care needs to be used at all times. A cane should only be used by experienced dominants, it is best to practice first on a pillow.”

With that introduction I tapped Melissa’s arse and saw her muscles automatically relax.

“Crack!” - “Owwwwwwww”

“Crack!” - “Yahhhhhhhhhhh”

“Crack!!” - “Oh Godddddd!”

“Crack!!” - “Ahhhhhhhhhhh”

“Crack!!” - “Yiiiiiikkkkkkkkkes!”

“CRACK!!” - “Aaaiiiiieeeeeee!”

At this stage I stopped caning and signaled Jake to stop filming.

“Turn off the camera and the sound fellas,” I asked, holding Melissa down over the frame.

Jake and Zeke placed the camera and sound equipment down on the floor and looked inquiringly at me.

“Anne I will demonstrate effect that Corporal Punishment has on Melissa, watch carefully.”

Anne nodded, I think she was lost for words at this stage. Her eyes had still not left Melissa’s striped cheeks.

Once again I placed the cane against my subbie’s buttocks and gave her six quick blows in succession. Melissa’s legs jerked off the floor, she screamed and then shuddered violently as an orgasm shook through her lovely body. I grinned as I saw Anne’s mouth drop wide open; Zeke and Jake were also wide-eyed in astonishment.

When Melissa’s body had stopped shaking I helped her up off the horse and hugged her tight to me.

As I slipped her mask off I whispered, “Excellent my lil subbie, maybe not Oscar standard but you will get your reward later.”

“Thank you Sir,” Melissa whispered back, “You know that being with You is all the reward I need.”

I turned back to face Anne who was struggling up off the chair, her face flushed with excitement.

“Well Anne, I think you have enough footage to put together an interesting little segment for your show.”

“Wow Matt and Melissa, that was absolutely amazing. I’m sure your demonstration will be the highlight of the show, thank you so much Melissa.”

Before Melissa could answer I asked her to go to the kitchen and prepare the coffee and snacks for our guests. Jake and Zeke collected their equipment while I chatted some more with Anne.

Melissa called us out to the living room for a welcome break. I deliberately talked to the guys about their experiences at Channel 8, which gave Anne a chance to chat with Melissa. I knew I could trust Melissa to be careful with her answers. Time soon passed and soon it was time for Anne and her crew to depart. They thanked us for our time and were effusive with their compliments of how well the shoot had gone. We said our farewells and Anne and the crew stepped outside to return to the television station. Melissa closed the door and looked quizzically at me.

“Yes my subbie?” I asked, knowing she was bursting to ask questions.

“Sir, firstly you were just great, so calm and composed. You brought back memories of the first time I met you. And secondly, was it my imagination or was Anne turned on by what transpired in the dungeon?”

“Transpired? That’s good woody word,” I laughed. “Yes Melissa, Anne was very turned on, I expect she will return soon. And thank you for the compliments.”

“You think she will return Sir?” Melissa was wide eyed, “She certainly was interested in my experiences while we were having coffee. I hope she won’t use any of what I told her in the documentary.”

“Don’t worry about the documentary, I have the final say about what goes onto the screen.” The front door bell interrupted my words. “Hmmm, could that be Anne so soon?”

Melissa raised her eyebrows at me as she moved to the front door. I was not surprised when I heard Anne’s voice from the hallway and I moved out to greet her.

Anne looked at me and gave an embarrassed smile. “I’m sorry to interrupt you Matt, and Melissa, but ummmmm, oh golly I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s ok Anne, I know why you are back.”

“You know why I came back?” Anne spluttered, wringing her hands nervously, “Oh God was I that obvious? I hope the boys didn’t realize what was happening to me. I was so wet, shit, what am I saying? You must think I’m crazy.”

I grasped Anne’s left arm and she made no protest as led her down the hall back to the dungeon. Her face was bright red and she moaned when I stood her in a corner and ordered, “Stay there and don’t move, I’ll be back shortly.”

I turned and left the room, hurrying to the living room where I knew Melissa would have switched on the closed circuit television. To my delight Anne was still standing facing the corner.

“She hasn’t moved since you put her there,” Melissa said in an excited voice, “What are your plans Sir?”

“First, you are going to assist me Melissa. I want to see how your Domme training is coming along. Anne really likes you, I was watching while you were chatting and having coffee. Just follow my lead in the dungeon, go and change into your leather gear, quick now.”

Melissa smiled, rose on tiptoe and gave me a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you Sir, I won’t let you down.” She giggled and ran to her room to change.

After a few more tension building minutes I returned to the dungeon, Anne had not moved.

“Come over here Anne,” I ordered as I sat on the straight-backed chair.

With her eyes flicking over the equipment hanging on the walls Anne walked the few paces and stood in front of me.

“Kneel down!” I barked the order.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh yes, I’m sorry Matt,” Anne knelt, her head downcast, not wanting to make eye contact with me.

“Well Anne, this is something I did not expect when we first spoke on the phone. You were so confident and composed, when did your mind start to spin?”

“Start to spin, yes what a good description.” Anne found her voice. “Well I had a few feelings of ummm, excitement I guess, when I was looking at the web sites you suggested, especially castlerealm dot com. But I just ignored the feelings as being stupid, shut them out of my mind, you understand what I mean Matt?”

I nodded and let Anne continue.

“But when you bared Melissa’s lovely arse and started to spank her I had trouble standing and had to sit down. I ohhhhhh shit, I was worried I would drip on the floor I was that wet, like I am now. Oh I can’t believe I’m here telling you all this, what’s happening to me Matt?” Anne looked up at me with pleading eyes, obviously worried that she was losing the plot.

“Look Anne, I’m no psychologist. All I can do is repeat what I said in the interview. Some people in management or in highly stressed positions have a need to give up control when away from work. My advice is not to question your needs, everyone is unique and different.”

I was interrupted by a knock on the door and I called, “Come in Mistress Melissa!”

“Mistress Melissa?” Anne gasped as Melissa entered the dungeon.

Melissa looked absolutely stunning dressed completely in black leather. A small tight vest that pushed her breasts high, short pants and thigh high boots made an amazing change from slave to Mistress. She strode confidently across the dungeon and stood beside Anne, stroking her hair.

“My God Melissa you look so different,” Anne’s voice showed her surprise.

“Melissa is a BDSM switch,” I explained, “That means she can take the submissive or Dominant role. As you know she came to me as submissive, but from a dominant role in her job. So the change from one to the other is relatively easy for her, and I’m delighted with her progress in learning the Domme role.”

“Sir, I am ready to assist you with Anne,” Melissa said with a hint of pride in her voice.

I stood and helped Anne to her feet, leading her over to the spanking horse. She stood in front of the padded wooden frame, breathing quickly through clenched teeth, a tremor of anticipation running through her body.

I looked at Melissa and mouthed “safe word” as a hint. She hit herself on the head as if to say, ‘My first time in charge and I forgot something so basic.’

But she recovered her poise in a couple of seconds and asked, “Anne do you have any preference for a safe word? Sir explained the use of safe words to you earlier.”

“Oh Melissa,” Anne started to say but was interrupted firmly by my subbie.

“Mistress Melissa is my name Anne, and I want you to call me that, or just Mistress will suffice.”

I smiled to myself as Anne gulped and replied, “I, I’m sorry Mistress Melissa, I forgot, I mean, oh I’m so confused. Can you give me a safe word please Mistress.”

“Anne take some deep breaths and try and relax.” Melissa was now really on the ball, “If anything happens that you can’t stand just say ‘red’, and we will stop. Now lets get this jacket off.”

Melissa reached out, undid the three buttons and opened the front of the jacket. Melissa’s hands brushed Anne’s breasts as she pushed the jacket back off her shoulders causing Anne to gasp in surprise. I nodded at Melissa and together we placed Anne directly in front of the horse.

“Bend over Anne,” Melissa ordered.

A long low moan escaped Anne’s lips as Melissa and I firmly pushed her down and over the padded top of the timber frame. Melissa grasped the hem of Anne’s skirt and lifted it up over her back exposing white silk panties.

“Pleeeeeease,” Anne pleaded as Melissa pulled the panties up into the crack of her arse, enabling both of us to rub our hands over her smooth white skin.

“You want us to stop Anne?” I asked, “We don’t have to go any further you know.”

“No, don’t stop, just pleeeeease get on with it,” Anne pleaded, “This waiting is killing me.”

I grinned at Melissa and her eyes twinkled back at me, she was enjoying her new role immensely.

I pointed to a tawse hanging on the wall that Melissa collected and held out to me. I signaled that she was to keep hold of the tawse and another smile lit her lovely face. I moved around and knelt in front of Anne, holding her arms so she could not escape. Melissa raised her eyebrows at me as if to say, ‘I’m doing this alone?’ and I nodded back, smiling enthusiastically at my trainee Domme.

Melissa took a deep breath, moved into position and started to gently spank Anne’s buttocks. As Melissa increased the force of the spanks Anne started to moan and then give little yelps at each hit. It did not take long before Melissa was raising her hand high and spanking with some force, each whack causing Anne to emit a loud verbal reaction. I grinned and nodded encouragement to Melissa as she grasped the tawse in her hand and tapped it against Anne’s arse.

“Ohhhhhhh God,” Anne moaned as she felt the cool leather touch her skin, “Give it to me Mistress, I want to know what all the instruments feel like.”

Melissa did not need any encouragement and she brought the tawse down with a loud ‘crack’ on Anne’s left buttock.

“Ahhhhhhhhh oh shit!” Anne yelled.

“Whack,” the second stroke fell on the right side.

“Owwwwwwwwww!”

“Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack”, Melissa landed firm alternate hits on Anne’s buttocks causing loud shrieks with each blow.

There was hardly a pause as Melissa quickly changed from the tawse to a heavy and wide leather strap

Two hard cracks with the strap were all Anne could take and after two loud screams she called “Red, Red, please Mistress!”

I let go of Anne’s arms and stood, stroking her back as she sobbed, her tears dripping onto the floor. Melissa stood looking proudly at the results of her first Domme session, then helped Anne up to her feet. Together we helped her over to the gynecologist’s chair.

I supported Anne who moaned as her skirt and blouse were quickly removed by Melissa. The bra and panties soon followed and we eased Anne down onto the soft cushion. I strapped her arms to the side of the chair while Melissa placed Anne’s legs in the stirrups and strapped them into place. Anne made no protest at all and she was obviously feeling very submissive after her time over the horse.

Melissa slipped a finger into Anne’s pussy and gently frigged her for a few seconds. Anne moaned loudly with frustration as Melissa removed her finger just before Anne was going to climax. Melissa looked inquiringly at me, then down at Anne’s bushy pubic hair. I nodded and watch the now confident Melissa walk quickly from the room.

I poured a glass of water and helped Anne have a drink, “What’s going to happen now Matt? I mean Sir.”

“What happens now is up to the Mistress,” I replied, “You are in her hands, and very safe too I might add. Just be quiet Anne and all will be revealed shortly.” I laughed to myself at my private joke as we waited for Melissa to reappear.

Melissa soon returned with a silver tray holding a mug of hot soapy water, a cut-throat razor, scissors and a towel. She pulled a stool up in front of Anne’s widespread legs and sat down with the scissors in her hand.

“Oh no Melissa, please not that, don’t shave me,” Anne pleaded.

Melissa stood quickly and twice slapped Anne gently across the face. “Anne I am in charge here and you have no say, you are getting your pussy shaved, end of argument, understand?”

Anne winced at the slaps and nodded her head as Melissa once again sat on the stool. The scissors soon trimmed off the excess long hair and Anne winced as hot soap was brushed thoroughly into the stubble.

As Melissa picked up the cut-throat razor she looked at Anne and said, “I don’t have to tell you to keep still do I Anne?”

Anne just shook her head and looked pleadingly at me. I shrugged as if to say the situation was out of my hands and watched while Melissa skillfully shaved all the hair from around Anne’s pussy lips.

“There we go, that looks and feels a lot better,” Melissa laughed as she wiped the excess soap away. “Once you get used to it Anne you’ll keep it shaved forever.” As she spoke Melissa splashed a little after-shave lotion on a hand and patted Anne’s newly shaved pussy.

I winced and Anne shrieked at the sudden sting from the lotion. A few more pats of the after-shave had Anne thrusting against the straps holding her on the chair. I glared at Melissa, as I knew how much after-shave stings when I shave every morning. She caught my look and knew she had gone a bit too far with a first timer. Quickly she soothed the fiery skin with some cold water and Anne soon calmed down.

“I’ll take over for a while,” I stated and Melissa quickly collected the tray and moved out of the way. She stood to one side, watching but not meeting my gaze, knowing that I was displeased with her last effort.

I smiled at Anne as I sat on the stool between her wide spread legs. “Anne I think you have suffered enough pain for your first time. Now it is time for some pleasure.”

I slipped a finger between her shaven lips and pushed it into her wetness. Anne moaned as I pulled it out and held it up for her to see her glistening juices. I reached under the seat and pulled out a large electric vibrator. I turned it onto low revs and rubbed the tip over Anne’s clit.

“Ohhhhhhhh God!” she cried as the first orgasm shuddered through her body.

I eased the vibrator deep into her vagina, fucking her pussy as I slowly increased the revs. Anne’s body arched out of the chair as another intense orgasm made her strain against the straps. I signaled Melissa to come over and I was pleased to see the she immediately started to fondle Anne’s breasts and pinch the nipples. The vibrator was now near full revolutions as more orgasms flowed through Anne’s perspiring body. Her cries and moans filled the dungeon and suddenly she cried out, “Red, red Master and Mistress!!”

I quickly turned off the vibrator and eased it out of her dripping pussy. Anne’s body kept shaking violently as small orgasms flowed through. Melissa stroked Anne’s hair and wiped the sweat from her face. Anne collapsed back onto the leather, her breasts still heaving as her lungs fought for air. I sat back with a grin on my face; I had not expected Anne to be capable of multiple orgasms. It took a few minutes before Anne was capable of speech during which we released her arms and legs from the straps.

“Oh my God, Matt, Master, oh wow, that was absolutely amazing,” Anne’s voice was as shaky as her body. “I was so turned on after the interview and now to have this happen like this, oh fuck, I don’t know what to say.”

“No need to say anything Anne,” I replied. “It will take some time before you come to grips with what happened today. It has caused a significant change in your philosophy and your sex life has now been changed forever. What we call normal or vanilla sex will never get the climaxes that you achieved today, welcome to the world of BDSM.”

“Whew, I’m sure that I’ll be back for more,” Anne panted as she pushed herself out of the chair, “But right now I had better get going, I’m supposed to be going out for dinner with my boss. But how I’ll ever concentrate on what he’s saying I don’t know.” Anne looked at Melissa and continued, “Thank you too Mistress, and don’t worry about the after shave, it stung something awful but at the same time it was so exciting, to have a girl touch me like that.”

Melissa smiled her thanks and collected Anne’s clothes, passing them to her as she dressed. Melissa was still avoiding my eyes, knowing that I would be dealing with her after Anne left.

“Melissa, go and change into your warm tracksuit.” I ordered. “Go to the toilet if you need to and come back in here straight away.”

Melissa nodded to me, smiled at Anne and almost ran from the dungeon.

Anne raised her eyebrows and asked, “Is she in trouble? The after shave wasn’t too bad Matt, really.”

“Anne don’t you worry about Melissa, she did well but made some basic mistakes that I need to address with her when we are alone.”

Anne had regained her composure and was ready to leave. “Well, I’m sure you are the person to set her on the right path. Thank you so much Matt, Sir,” she said as she gave me a hug, “I certainly have some hands on experience to add to the documentary. I will be in touch with you in a few weeks to go over your part of the show.”

“It was a pleasure Anne,” I replied as I escorted her to the front door. “I look forward to seeing the documentary.”

We said farewell and I marched back to the dungeon where Melissa was waiting for me, dressed as ordered in her tracksuit. As I came to a halt in front of her she dropped to her knees with her forehead touching the floor. I stood looking down at my subbie, loving that she knew she had made mistakes and she was prepared to pay the penalty.

“In the cage, now!” I barked.

Melissa whimpered but crawled like a baby over to the cage. She backed her body into the wire enclosure and stayed on hands and knees, her eyes on the floor. I poured some water into a doggy bowl and placed it in the cage in front of my subbie.

As I closed the cage door I said, “Melissa, overall you did well today for your first session as a Domme. I know that you had no time to prepare yourself mentally and I have taken that into consideration. However, not to ask Anne for a safe word got you off to a bad start, a safe word is basic and you should know that by now. As for the after shave, I didn’t use that on you until you had been here at least two months. Despite what Anne said the after shave was a very bad mistake, and you know it should not have happened. You will not eat tonight and you will stay in the cage for four hours.”

I turned and left the silent Melissa to her thoughts in the dungeon. I prepared some dinner for myself and ate it in the living room where I could keep an eye on my subbie with the close circuit television. Later I attended to some messages on the answering machine while going over the events of the day in my mind. I also made a telephone call to a friend and made some arrangements for a future meeting.

The four hours seemed to drag by and I knew that it would be worse for my subbie. I returned to the dungeon, attached a hook to the wire cage and winched it off my subbie. I knew her muscles would be very tight after so long in the same position so I assisted her to wobbly feet and then lifted her in my arms. I carried my contrite subbie to her room and laid her down on her bed. After stretching her arms and legs out I covered her with the blankets and made for the door.

“Master?”

I stopped, “Melissa we will talk in the morning, I expect breakfast at the usual time, goodnight.”

“Goodnight Sir.”

Next morning dressed in my robe I entered the kitchen to the lovely smell of bacon, eggs and coffee. The table was ready with the morning paper open at the sports pages.

I smiled to myself as Melissa fussed about serving up my breakfast and then kneeling at my side.

“Have you eaten my subbie?” I asked.

“No Sir, not yet.”

“Then look after yourself now, you must be starving.” I instructed, “Sit at the table, when you have finished and cleared the dishes we will talk.”

“Yes Sir,” The relief in Melissa’s voice was obvious. “Thank you Sir.”

Breakfast was eaten in silence as I read my paper, finally the table was clear and Melissa resumed her kneeling position beside me.

“Sit on the chair my subbie,” I said, “I think you have spent enough time on your knees for a while.”

“Thank you Sir,” Melissa said as she stood and sat opposite me. “I’m so sorry about yesterday Sir, I think the excitement got the better of me.”

“Forget about yesterday Melissa, you have been punished for your misdemeanors, just never let them happen again, understand?”

“Yes Master, of course.” Melissa managed a small smile.

“However my subbie, I have arranged a special test for you. I have been considering this for some time as a test of your ability to obey my instructions, and to show that you trust me implicitly.”

“A test Sir?”

“Yes Melissa a test in two days time. I will tell you about it on the morning of that day.” I stood and held out my arms and smiled broadly at my subbie. “Right now I think I will have a bath, how about you go and run the water and join me?”

Melissa flung herself into my arms and we hugged each other before she giggled and ran off to the bathroom. Bath time was always fun for both of us, a time when she loved to wash my body from head to toe. A time when her love of serving came to the fore, I wondered to myself if she would be so happy if she knew what I had in mind for her test. Time would tell.

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