The collar and bracelets that they both wore had numerous
rings in the shape of a “D”, which Janet assumed were used to attach them
to whatever their Mistress desired. Once lunch was over, Andrea announced a break. Janet noted that Erica led Tiffany by a leash attached to her collar. There was little
else that she could do. Janet lay on the bed as Tiffany sponged her wounds, soothing the crying
girl as she did so. You’ve
only just started your training, slave.”
Erica then struck again, the whip curling itself around Janet’s wracked
form. Tears,
pouting, and attitude mattered little when you faced a woman holding a
whip. Janet was startled to see
herself naked and stretched in the mirror. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress Erica.”
“You merely think that you understand because you have been whipped for
the first time. Her
shoulders pulled her up a bit, then she relaxed again. Erica circled her slave deliberately, showing the whip for good
effect.
