On her breasts! Mabel shuddered. She was so proud of her beautiful maidenly breasts, snow-white and round like cups, were they going to be submitted to the same treatment as her unfortunate bottom?
She had no move leisure to think it over. Already, Bridget, taking hold of her from behind, had dragged her to a chair upon which she sat down her back and imprisoning her legs between here. Unable to move an inch the girl screamed with terror as the governess's horsewhip lashed her breast cruelly. The pain was atrocious for the end of the whip had landed on a nipple. Mabel had the impression that her breast was being torn away from her. Another stroke, aimed carefully, reached the other nipple. And the whipping continued, painful and implacable. Each breast received five lashes which marked the attractive bust with as many pink-coloured weals and drew sobs of despair from Mabel.
"That will teach you to pay attention to your clothes!" Dorothea said, "and to keep in your needs the next time!"
Sobbing, the slave had to kneel down and thank her governed by kissing her feet.
"And now we're going to prepare you for the bight, for you mustn't imagine, that you will be more free at night than during the day — I told you that at each moment of your existence your body must feel the discipline of squeezing clothes. Only that can make you obey."
She addressed the chambermaid:
"Bridget, hare you prepared Mabel's night-clothes? The calico corset, the rubber panties and the night-sack?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, hand over the corset, we're going to put it on her!"
Willy-nilly, Mabel had to let her shuddering flesh be imprisoned again. The night corset, rather long, was out of rough calico stiffened with steel whalebones. It was tied on the side. A little less squeezed than the day one, it nevertheless seemed unbearingly hard to the girl.
Dorothea then ordered her to put on the rubber panties. They were small and made out of thin red rubber, clinging to the skin and tied to the stays with six buttons.
"Before putting on your night-sack, you're going to wish us good-night," Miss von Berner said. "Every evening you will do this: after having knelt down like a good girl you will tell me: 'Mistress, I thank you for this good day which you have dedicated to my education. I beg your pardon for my faults and hope to become soon with your help a perfect slave, obedient and submitted, just as you wish. And I wish you a good night!' Then, you will kiss my feet and the hem of my dress, then you will say the same to Bridget, also kneeling before her."
Then she was ordered to He down on the bed and Dorothea produced the night-sack. It was a very long shirt of strong calico the bottom of which was sewed to like a sack. Mabel, lying on her back, had to held up her whole body to have it slipped on her. When she put her arms into the sleeves she realized that they were sewed to at their ends. The shirt, buttoned at hear neck, imprisoned entirely the girl's body. Bat that still did not satisfy beautiful Dorothea. With several leather straps, the governess got to work, tying one round Mabel's ankles over the shirt and another at knee-level. Then the slave was ordered to cross her hands on her breasts and they tied her hands with a third strap. She was trussed so securely that she could not move at all.
"Thus, I'm sure you will be a good girl during the night," the governess said with an evil smile, "and that you won't do any shameful things."
With calm lack of modesty, Dorothea suddenly lifted up her skirts and unbuttoned her pretty prink panties.
"I'm going to tie them up on your face," the announced to the girl, "so that you take the habit of thinking of me even in your sleep and of living in the absolute intimacy of your mistress!"
She wrapped carefully the slave's face with her perfumed drawers, still warm with the contact of her body, and she fixed them with a strap knotted round Mabel's head, at mouth level.
"She looks nice like this!" exclaimed Bridget laughing. "This is how a slave should be."
Miss von Berner drew up the bed-sheets, covering her victim up to her chin.
"Good night, Mabel!" she said in a grave lone. "And don't forget that you are no longer Miss Mabel Sunway, the rich heiress, but only a slave submitting to my orders and tied up at my service."
The two women left the room.
During the night, the poor girl abandoned herself to despair. She was stifling with heat and unable to move an inch. This total impotence dominated her, made her despair, and yet she decided to submit to it, for already she was getting gradually down into the slough of abjection and servitude like a man in quick sands.
Crushed by her corset and her rubber panties, closely wrapped in her night-sack, this was no longer an eighteen-year-old girl lying there, but only a slave — fearful but already in love with her fearsome mistress. She sniffed the air that passed through the silk of Dorothea's panties, filled with the most degrading perfumes.
And she dreamed of her governess as a fanatic dreams of his all-mighty god.
CHAPTER 4
During a week, Miss Sunway lived the same existence, without a single detail of difference brought by Dorothea von Berner. The continual discipline and the implacable authority of the beautiful governess weighed down upon poor Mabel like the hardest of laws. Gradually the girl felt her ultimate desire of resistance melt away and what bad once been her personality was getting erased in the fog of bondage. And how could it have been otherwise? The girl could not have any initiative whatsoever — the least of her gestures was imposed upon her as an order and every single derogation to it was punished cruelly.
Then, Mabel's body endured every minute the annihilating impression of its servitude. As soon, as a corset was untied, another, tighter then the first, was put on in its place. She took off her panties only to do twice a day and to receive the whip, then, immediately afterwards, her bottom was imprisoned in those awfully tight drawers which were imposed upon her. Her hands, nearly always tied, were untied only in order to make her accomplish a menial task. And her knees were sore with prostrating herself in front of Miss von Berner or Bridget.
As for the punishments, they rained hard upon her. She was often whipped, spanked or slapped.
She had fully realized that she had no other course left open than to submit and that any attempt to escape was impossible. So, she got resigned to her lot with absolute passivity, but, all the while, she was in deep sorrow. In the course of eight day, she had lost the habit of speaking without being asked a question or to do any gesture without being given an order. Only one thing mattered now for her — to serve and satisfy her mistress. Dorothea von Berner, by means of her beauty as wall as her energy, had captured entirely the soul of her slave. She had made of her a thing without a will of her own completely malleable and as obedient as a bitch. But that did not satisfy entirely the terrible governess: in spite of Mabel's passivity, she invented every day a new torture and a new way of reminding the girl of the discipline under which she was a prisoner.
She also watched with great care her slave's health. Thus, she had decreed that Mabel should take a purgative injection twice a week, and that was another occasion for humiliating the English girl.
Upon the governess's order, the girl was laid down on the bed all naked on her stomach and with her feet and hands tied to the legs of the bed. Then Bridget arrived and prepared Mabel to receive her injection: she dipped her forefinger into a pot of vaseline, went up to her victim, drew apart her buttocks in a brisk gesture before plunging her finger; into the hole. In spite of the fact that her most intimate parts were continually handled by her torturers, Mabel always felt awful when her naked buttocks were offered to the sight and sarcasm of her mistresses. Brutally, Bridget plunged for finger smeared with vaseline down the girl's orifice, She left the finger inside, moving it around and plunging it as deeply as she could, and torturing the girl in this way as arrived.