Denise

*** Chapter 8, Manipulation.

She had promised. Of course that meant little to a servant.

More than that, the visit to Miss Clearmont had given her both hope and strength. Suddenly Joan found an awakening of a sexual instinct. Sex had not been the real aim of her attachment to Gail. Rather it was the power that she had enjoyed.

The contact with Miss Clearmont had been brief but it had shown her that the ultimate power was over the most intimate moments of another's life. She imagined how she could use her sudden revelation.

As she drove to Gail's flat she pondered what she could do that Gail would really detest. Their last meeting had ended in giving Gail a caning. It had been clear that Gail had enjoyed it. She had to do something new that would bring her slave to suffer. Slave, now that was the right word. Servant seemed so tame. Gail would be her slave.

Gail was waiting for her mistress. She had dressed herself in a tight black dress and wore high heels.

She bowed as she opened the door for Joan.

"I have a present for you slave,” said Joan. She intended to call Gail 'slave' now on to seal a new phase in their relationship. From her handbag she pulled out a packet and handed it to Gail. With trembling fingers Gail opened the bag. Inside was a wide leather collar. With shaking hands she put it on her neck and buckled it on. Joan pulled a small padlock from her pocket and locked the collar on.

"You will wear this collar for the moment until the one I ordered is ready,” said Joan as she admired the effect.

"Thank you mistress,” said Gail.

"I have decided that you are no longer my servant. You are my slave,” said Joan. "You will no longer have a private life. You will live to serve me, please me and gratify me in every way."

Joan nodded her head. For several months she had hoped for this moment. At last it was here.

"I love you mistress and I will live to serve your whim,” she said.

Joan was almost disappointed. She had hoped to conquer but instead there was quiet acquiescence. Brusquely she entered the living room and sat down. "Get me a drink,” she said. "And you can take off that dress. From now on you will dress as I dictate."

Gail slipped off her dress and went to make a cocktail for Joan. "May I ask how the visit to Miss Clearmont went?" she asked as she passed the Bloody Mary to Joan.

"Miss Clearmont suggested a solution to my problem that I am thinking of taking up,” said Joan. "She also showed me that I have been treating you too well. From now on you will only speak when I allow it and only refer to me as 'mistress'."

After a sip of her drink she stood. Joan beckoned with a small movement of her hand for Gail to follow her and went to the bedroom. She opened the wardrobe and took stock of Gail's clothes.

"Take all of these out and lay them on the bed,” she said.

One by one Gail laid all her clothes on the bed. "You will keep this dress for those few occasions when you have to leave the flat with my permission,” said Joan pointing to a tight red dress. "All of the rest will be disposed of."

Then she went to the chest of drawers and tipped all of the contents onto the floor. "You have no need for underwear and petticoats. They are also to be disposed of. In fact you can do it now."

Gail gathered all her clothes and bundled them into a rubbish sack. As she did so Joan checked over all the shoes and handbags by piling them in a heap.

"These are all rubbish as well,” said Joan pointing to the heap. "I shall order you suitable clothes and shoes in the next few days."

Gail filled another sack with the shoes. "Throw them away now slave." Joan picked up her drink and watched Gail carry the sacks to the waste chute and tip them in. "That's better."

From her bag she pulled a shirt crop. "You can show me your devotion now,” she said. With a shrug she slipped off her fur coat to reveal that she was wearing nothing beneath. With the crop in her right hand and the drink in her left she sat on the edge of the bed.

Opening her thighs she pointed at her feet. "You will now begin the first lesson in servitude,” she said as she sipped the cocktail.

Gail got onto her knees and kissed her mistress's shoe. A single blow from the crop caught her back. "The first lesson is to act only under orders."

The lessons continued for two hours. The slave's back was criss-crossed with the weals of the crop as she served her mistress. Finally Joan allowed her to make herself come.

Lying on the floor, legs spread wide, Gail's fingers moved through her pussy with abandon as she surrendered the last of her dignity to her mistress's watchful eye.

"I have some other adjustments to make in our new relationship,” said Joan as she pulled on her coat. "Tomorrow I shall return and we shall go and start to fill your wardrobe."

Gail lay on the carpet. Spent and blushing with her orgasm she looked up at her mistress. Joan took one last look and left, slamming the door behind her. It had all been too easy.

She had expected Gail to object to the destruction of her clothes.

She had awaited protest at the clear signal that Gail was to have no independent life.

The mistress would clearly have to push the slave much harder to find her limit. On the other hand she now felt that she really had a slave and not a servant.

After the slamming of the door Gail stood and admired the marks on her back for several minutes. Then she went to the phone and called Miss Clearmont.

"Well done,” said Miss Clearmont when she had heard the full details of Joan's actions. "You will encourage your new mistress to punish and use you as strictly as possible."

"I will do my best," replied Gail.

"I want your mistress to develop as fast as possible,” said Miss Clearmont. "If you fail to meet my high expectations I will not be pleased."

Gail knew that a displeased Miss Clearmont was capable of terrible revenge. "I shall not disappoint you,” said Gail.

"See that you don't." came the reply as Miss Clearmont put down the phone.