Chapter 2

Yuki was preparing to serve Vickie breakfast in bed, as was her custom, when Laurel slipped quietly into the apartment.

"Are you all right?" asked Yuki after she and Laurel embraced and shared a long and passionate kiss.

"Yes... it's just that he was... energetic for an older man," answered Laurel. "I guess I will never get used to having a man in my..."

Yuki gently rubbed her lover's rear.

"Yes, I feel the same, but men seem to enjoy it so."

They both looked to Vickie's room as they heard their Mistress' harsh command.

"Come here, both of you!"

Yuki grabbed the serving try and she and Laurel hurried into the bedroom. Yuki served Vickie and both slaves stood at the foot of the bed silently as Vickie took her time eating.

"Get undressed," their mistress ordered.

Laurel and Yuki stood naked within seconds.

At last, Vickie finished and Yuki withdrew the tray.

"I want to get something straight with the two of you," began Vickie. "Last night, Yuki implied that I was being unfair in ordering you to sleep with Sturdevant. Is that how you feel as well?" She asked Laurel.

Laurel looked to Yuki, neither knowing how to react to this sudden and unexpected interrogation.

"... As your slave, I... we, will do what you want, Mistress. We cannot help that allowing complete strangers to take our bodies is still uncomfortable for us. This is what we were forced to do at the Empire Club. It is degrading and often painful."

"Did you not agree to give yourself to me in every way?"

"Yes, Mistress," came the simultaneous reply.

"Do I not own you now... completely?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then it is up to me what you will and will not do."

"Yes Mistress."

"Let's get this very clear. Unlike the Empire Club, you can walk out of here any time you want. No one is forcing you to stay. Any time you two want to try to make it on your own, you are free to leave."

There was fear in both their eyes as Laurel and and Yuki exchanged glances.

"Preeze," begged Yuki. "We no know how to live as anything but slaves now."

"We have nowhere to go," added Laurel, "no one to take care of us."

"Then from this moment, I never want to hear you question me again. You will do what I say, when I say it. You will do it without question and you will do it enthusiastically. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," the two replied.

"And if I want you to fuck a client of the company or a friend or some drunken wino in a back alley, you will do it without hesitation... Is THAT clear?"

The two looked at each other resignedly.

"Yes, Mistress," they answered.

Vickie had viewed Andrea's extensive private porn collection of videos, most of which dealt with sadomasochism. She had observed that the submissives all seemed to share a common masochistic need to be controlled and periodically punished. It was as if they deliberately disappointed their master of mistress so they would be punished, and through their pain, absolved. In the short time she had been mistress to Yuki and Laurel, she had never physically disciplined them. It was not pain, but rather the power which the pain brought which Vickie found enticing. She reveled in completely dominating the two women,. So, while she was not especially fond of physical punishment, she realized her possessions needed a periodic reminder of her total control and no better way than to inflict the pain which both women had come to expect from their training as sexual slaves. They wanted her to assert her dominance over them, she decided, and Vickie would be only too happy to provide it.

"I don't like punishing you, but I won't stand for you to question me. I think an object lesson is in order. The two of you have displeased me. What happens to a slave when she displeases her mistress?" asked Vickie of Laurel.

"She must be punished," answered the older woman, standing naked before her mistress.

"And so it will be! Yuki bring me the whip and the strap-on."

The lovely Asian went to the dresser, withdrew the short leather whip and the belted dildo and returned, placing them in Vickie's hand.

"What type of sex is most painful, most humiliating for you?" she demanded of Yuki.

"... In... my... rear," was the obedient answer.

"And you?" Vickie ordered of Laurel.

"... the same, Mistress,"

"You first," said Vickie to Yuki.

The lovely Japanese stood before her naked, eyes downcast.

"You must be disciplined, but I shall be compassionate. I shall let you choose your form of punishment. Thirty lashes with the whip or a reaming you won't forget."

Vickie held out the whip and strap-on.

Yuki was silent for only a moment. While her body and therefore her anus was quite small and penetrations excruciatingly painful, her greater fear was the whip. During her training at the Empire Club, she had been whipped unmercifully. The terror of the whip came as much from the anticipation of the next lash as the lash itself, thereby intensifying the pain when it did come. The mental and physical terror had left her in quivering semi-consciousness on several occasions. For Yuki there was no choice. She silently selected the strap-on and held it as Vickie set aside the whip.