0 comments/ 30379 views/ 3 favorites High Heels & Low Lifes Ch. 01 By: Dragonia Marriage can be the most beautiful thing. But then it can be the most soul destroying thing also. People have a habit of changing once you put a ring on their finger. They can become a completely unrecognisable from the one you fell in love with. Of course this doesn't always happen, some marriages go on to be great successes, where the love grows. Jenny Jones fished in her bag for her keys, it was late she was tired and getting more and more frustrated. She could hear them rattling but wherever she felt she couldn't put her hand on them. She lifted her heavy hand and thumped a couple of times on the white door of her home. "Dave", she called out, "Dave" again. She listened to hear some commotion, cans clattering to the ground, biting her bottom lips she waited stepping backwards a little. The door swung open fast, "what the fuck are you doing you stupid bitch, where are your keys, Christ almighty!", Dave shouted before slouching back towards his chair and the blaring TV. Jenny took a deep breath and stepped in through the now ajar door. She managed to drag the bags of shopping that she had been out to get into the kitchen and sat down on one of the kitchen stools. Dave was still sounding off, "stupid bitch", she would hear and "bloody incompetent whore!", stuff like that. Jenny silently started to put away the food into the cupboards, she was becoming immune to Dave's rants, "water off a duck's back", she said under her breath. The first six months with Dave had been fantastic, the best that Jenny could have dreamt of. They were in love and were going to spend the rest of their lives together, what else could she possibly want? They bought a nice little town house just out of the city, it was just perfect for them, just one bedroom, but that was all they needed. Dave worked as a Forman for one of the big construction companies and was doing well, he was up for promotion. That’s when it all started to go wrong. Dave had an accident, one of those freak-of-nature accidents. He was in a coma for three months. Jenny didn't leave his side the whole time he was lying there and her joy when he one day squeezed her hand was immeasurable. The Doctors said that he was a 'miracle' that they 'had never seen such an amazing recovery' from such a life-threatening situation. But the man who woke up wasn't the same one she had known before. And she wasn't the only one who noticed, soon enough Dave had alienated his entire family and Jenny's, so much so that they were no long welcome at anybody's house and on one occasion Dave had to be restrained by her two brothers. Dave now got his disability allowance paid and spent his days slouching in front of the TV. Dave's allowance wasn't much so Jenny had to do twelve hour shifts at the clothes store to help keep them both. They had to leave their beautiful little town house and now lived in a trailer park surrounded by the worst people of society, drug dealers, pimps and whores. Jenny was exhausted she unpacked her groceries and headed down the trailer to the sleeping compartment. She collapsed onto the soft bed and immediately fell asleep. Jenny dreamt, she always seemed to dream these days and it was always the same dream. She dreamt of a life of eternal luxury, she would be dressed in finest leather, have the finest Italian shoes, have diamonds and jewels dripping off her fingers. She would be seated on a black throne with men and women in various states of undress bowed at her feet. Jenny was woken by her alarm, she slammed her hand down to stop its infernal beeping. She got up and looked in the mirror, she still had her make-up on from the previous day. She let out a deep sigh and stepped into the small bathroom. Twenty minutes later she was dressed and ready to leave. She stepped out of the trailer careful not to wake Dave and started her twenty minute walk to work. Jenny was attractive, she was five foot six inches tall, she had long dark hair that was straight that she always wore back in a tail. She was slim, but perfectly formed, her large breasts had always been a major asset for her in her younger days. Jenny laughed, younger days she thought, I feel fifty and I'm on twenty two. She trudged out of the trailer park and down the pavement towards the corner. At ten past seven in the morning this part of town was ghostly, most people didn’t have jobs and were most likely still in bed or drunk or passed-out from the previous night - she hated it. Jenny walked her familiar route down the main street and up to the 'Minsk Emporium'. Considering the area and the clientele, Jenny always though that the name sounded far to grand. Minskies as the staff called it was a small clothing manufacturer and retailer. Jenny worked in the retail division, she made her way up the stairs to the small staff room and hung her coat in her locker before returning to the shop floor. "Good Morning Jenny and how are we today?" came a upbeat voice from behind her. Jenny sighed, smiled and turned, "Good morning Mr Minsk, I am very well thank you and yourself?" George Minsk was the owner and manager of the Minsk Emporium and just like the name of the shop he was grand and just like the shop he wasn't really that grand at all. He was a short man standing at just over five foot, he was fat too with a beard and moustache, a short fat hairy little man. However he was always cheerful and as much as Jenny hated to be that cheerful in the morning she had to admit he had a way of making her feel a little better about life. "Good good" he said before trotting off up to what he called his office, but was really the sewing room. Minsk was an excellent tailor, he mainly specialised in women's clothes and had made quite a name for himself in the local area. Jenny was usually busy and that morning was no exception. Even though Minskies was located in what was considered the bad part of town people would travel from quite far away so that George could make them that special something for this party or a provocative something for that party. There was one major difference between this tailor shop and any other that Jenny had found strange at first but now just accepted. George Minsk worked in complete privacy, he would not let anyone see his creations; as he called them; at all, not even when they were finished. They garment was always sealed in a black fabric bag and handed to the customer by Jenny who even then had no idea what was inside. Jenny would greet the customer, hand them their black bag, take receipt of their payment and then see them out. That was pretty much all she did - oh, there was intercom, a device installed between Jenny's desk and George's workroom to let him know that customer was there for a fitting - but that was all. Jenny at first was obviously curious and had at times tried to as George what was in the bags, but he would always ignore the question and start a conversation about something completely different. By now Jenny had given up guessing and just accepted the fact that she would never know what they were. Her job wasn't particularly full-filling but it paid well and that was really all that mattered at the moment. Unusually Jenny had a quiet afternoon, she took the time to sort out her stock room, she neatly arranged the black bags so that it was easy for her to see who's belonged to whom. "That’s better", she said with a smile and nod, satisfied at the job she had done. Just then Jenny noticed that a black bag had fallen behind the left hand shelf, "that wont do", she said bending down to try and retrieve it. The bag and its contents had wedged itself quite tightly behind the shelf and no matter how hard Jenny pulled she could not move it. She stood up and considered her options, she could try to move the shelf out a little, however that would take time as the shelf was very heavy and was laden with lots and lots of black bags, Jenny dismissed this idea. Jenny looked around the room and noticed a large pair of tailor's scissors, option two she thought, cut the bag open retrieve the item and then re-bag it, George should never know. Jenny set about preparations for her plan, she found a brand new black bag and labelled it up correctly, copying George's immaculate handwriting as best she could. She wrote : Mistress Elizabeth van der Sar, 13 Windsor Terrace. Jenny made sure the tags looked the same even down to the elaborate drawing that George always put in the corner, a picture of a red dragon. Jenny had done a good job it was almost identical from the other. Jenny was now ready to execute her plan. Jenny waited until ten minutes before closing and then checking that the coast was clear she took her position just to the side of the shelving and took a deep breath before starting to cut along the seam of the bag. She cut the entire length before slipping her hand in and pulling out the contents. Jenny pulled out a large box, she was careful to ease it out of the bag. She then quickly took the bag and placed it into the new bag and closed the flap. Jenny sighed a deep breath of relief, even though George was a nice guy she wasn't sure how he would react if he had caught her doing what she just did. Jenny went back out into the shop and stood there tapping her pen against the counter top. She glanced back over at the bag, she hadn't sealed it yet, her curiosity was running wild, she played it over in her mind, it wouldn’t hurt to look, what's the harm? After a couple of minutes of sneaking glances and convincing herself that it would be ok she went back to the bag, she pulled the flap down and eased the box out placing it on the table. Jenny spent a few seconds just looking at the box, it was pure white with a embossed dragon on the lid. She then carefully removed the lid and placed it to one side before peeling the tissue paper apart and peering inside. Jenny looked down at a black corset top, it was beautiful, made of silk and lace, embroidered with various beads and jewels. Jenny ran her fingers over the material, it was so soft to the touch. She lifted the corset out of the box and held it up, it was boned in front to hold in the waist and the back was held together by a delicate looking but strong lacing system. Jenny carefully placed the corset to one side, also in the box was a pair of black silk gloves, the opera style, the ones that go right up over your elbow. Also included were suspenders that she worked out fastened to the corset, and stockings as well, the old fashioned seamed stockings. She placed these to the side and opened a smaller box within the larger one. Inside this box were a pair of boots, but not ordinary boots, they were spectacular, black shiny leather high heeled oxford style boots, they mush have had a six inch heel on them and for laces there was a delicate black ribbon. The sole of the boot was beige like leather and they felt so soft and smelt so good. Jenny ran her hands over the shoe, there were two small D rings on either side where the ankle would be but apart from they there was little on them. Jenny placed them carefully back in the box and put it to one side. The last item was in a small jewellery box, Jenny opened it and looked in at a very ornate choker. It was made of black leather the same as the boots, which fastened around the neck and then it had lots of small chains hanging from it in a v shape that would certainly fall down into your cleavage if you wore it. Jenny couldn’t help but slip it round her neck and fasten it. The cold steel of the chains felt refreshing against her chest and she liked the way it felt as she looked at herself in the mirror. "It suits you" a stern voice said behind her. Jenny spun round to see George Minsk standing in the doorway looking at her, "Mr Minsk, I um". Jenny flustered trying to remove the collar but having no luck. George Minsk however didn’t look angry, if anything he stood there with a wry smile as Jenny struggled to remove the collar. "There is no point struggling my girl", George said stepping forward, "just stand still". Jenny stopped struggling and stood still awaiting her punishment. "How long have you worked here Jenny?" George asked walking up and down in front of Jenny. "Four years Mr Minsk", Jenny replied in an almost military style. "And in those four years have you ever looked inside a bag before?" asked George stopping and looking up at her to get her response. "No Mr Minsk, never", replied Jenny. George started to pace once again, "and" said George. "And what?" replied Jenny confused. "And did you like what you saw today?" "Very much Mr Minsk, they are beautiful clothes, you are very talented" replied Jenny in a sort of stutter. George Minsk smiled, "why thank you Jenny", he replied, "tell me Jenny how are things at home?" Jenny was a little surprised by his question but in her current state of mind she would have answered most anything, "its alright Mr Minsk thanks for asking". "Really?", he replied, "you see I though you lived in a trailer park with your no-good husband who sits around drinking beer and watching television all day while you go out to work". Jenny looked startled, "but how…?" George just smiled, "I like you Jenny, come with me now, I am going to make things better for you". George walked out of the back room and locked the front door and then made his way upstairs, Jenny followed still wearing the collar that she had been unable to remove. They made their way past the staff room and towards the sewing room. George stopped at the door and turned back and smiled at Jenny before taking her hand and leading her through the doorway. Jenny stood in the room and let her eyes adjust to the brightness, the walls and ceiling were all pure white, there was a large workbench in the middle of the room with a sewing machine and other tailors tools, There were various mannequins dotted around with various items of clothing adorning them in various stages of completeness. George clapped his hands and seconds later out of a side room a young Asian girl appeared, "yes Master", she said bowing to George. "Ling, get me Jenny's box please", George said. "Very good Master", replied Ling scurrying off back into the room from where she came. Jenny had noticed that Ling was dressed in the same black boots and black corset that she had seen downstairs, she also had a short black leather skirt and stockings on, with the seams of course and also had the same collar as Jenny now wore. George pulled out a two chairs sitting in one he gesturing for Jenny to sit in the other. Jenny sat down looking straight at George. "You look confused Jenny", George said with a wide smile. Jenny nodded, "yes George, what is all of this?" George laughed, "this is my world", he said standing stretching his arms out and twirling around, "it is a world of power, a world of love and a world of excitement". Jenny sat watching him as he twirled slowly round. "You see", George said stopping and standing before her, "the world is divided into two types of people, those who serve and those who are served, or submissive and Dominant, or slaves and Masters". George looked deep into Jenny's eyes, "the question is Jenny, what are you?" Jenny lowered her head, "I don’t know". "But that’s alright", George said loudly making Jenny jump, tomorrow you will find out, I am sending you to a very dear friend of mine and she will help you see what is really inside you". "Alright George", Jenny said nodding. "Excellent", George said smiling and nodding. George went over to the small cabinet by the window and retrieved a thick envelope. "Tomorrow don’t come to work but instead go here". Jenny looked at the envelope, written in George's perfect handwriting was St Luke's Preparatory School, 13 Windsor Terrace. "A school?" Jenny asked looking up. "Yes Jenny a school", replied George moving towards the door. Ling had returned carrying a large white box, George took it and slid it into a black bag before sealing it. He then handed the box to Jenny, "take this with you and don’t open it or the envelope until you get there, ask to see Mistress Elizabeth van der Sar and give her the envelope". Jenny nodded standing up and leaving the room, she felt like she was in a dream as she slowly descended the steps and walked out into the early evening street. She walked home slowly staring at the street, carrying the large box in her hands, it was cold but she didn’t notice, it was good job as she had left her coat behind at work. Jenny walked into the park and up to her trailer, she fished her keys out of her purse and quietly opened the door. Dave was snoring in his armchair, the television blaring out. Jenny went straight to the bedroom and slid the box under the bed out-of-sight. She then set about making dinner and tidying up. That night she didn't sleep much, there were too many questions going through her mind. Jenny woke the next morning and eagerly jumped out of bed. She dressed in her smartest clothes and prettied herself up the best she could. Lastly she pulled the box out from under the bed slid it and the envelope into a large plastic bag and left the trailer. To get to Windsor Terrace Jenny had to take the number two bus for about six miles over towards the rich side of town. As she sat looking out the windows at the beautiful house her mind drifted back to her house and her perfect life before things went all wrong. Jenny got off the bus and walked up Windsor Terrace to number thirteen. Above the door was a big sign 'St Luke's Preparatory School', the building was quite old, grey stone and cast iron. Jenny entered through the big wrought iron gates and went up to the lady in reception. She was very pretty and quite tall, wearing a very tight outfit that emphasised her ample bosoms. She smiled as Jenny approached, "hello my name is Jenny Jones and I am here to see Mistress Elizabeth van der Sar". The receptionist glanced down at her concealed desk, "very good", she said sternly, "please take a seat, Mistress will be with you shortly". "Thank you", Jenny said before moving over and taking a seat in a large leather armchair. Jenny sat quietly watching as people entered and left the building, men and women all immaculately dressed in concealing but highly provocative wear. "Jenny Jones", a sweet voice called. Jenny jumped up, "yes", she said In front of Jenny stood a young girl. "Very good please follow me", the voice replied. Jenny followed her down the corridor. She could have been any thing between sixteen and twenty but Jenny couldn't be sure. She was dressed all in white and stood out quite brilliantly from her drab surroundings, a white fitted frilly blouse, white long flowing skirt and a dainty pair of white high heels and her hair was bright blonde. Jenny followed her right to the end of the corridor. They came to large oak door. The girl knocked once and then pushed the heavy doors apart, walking through they entered a large white room. Jenny stopped and looked around alarmed, the room was very similar to the one her dream, the large black throne, the white room. "Jenny", a friendly voice from the corner shouted, "my, my how are you my girl?" Jenny looked over to see a tall pretty lady walking towards her, Jenny faintly recognised her from the shop, "Mistress Elizabeth van der Sar?", Jenny said inquisitively. She laughed, "You can call me Mistress", she said coming round in front of Jenny. Mistress Elizabeth was dressed in a black lace up corset, no doubt on of George's, a long black leather skirt, knee high black leather stiletto boots, elbow length black leather gloves and a black collar similar to hers. Jenny put her hand up to her neck, she still had it on, she had forgotten all about the collar. Mistress smirked as she saw Jenny touching the collar, "yes they can be such a burden if you didn’t intend to put it on, you see the problem is that once you fixed it they are damn near impossible to remove". Mistress stepped up and sat upon her throne. "Now my girl, have you thought about your position in life, because as I see it you are currently in limbo, the question is whether you want to ascend to a position of power of descend to a position of no power?". High Heels & Low Lifes Ch. 01 "I am still not sure Mistress", Jenny replied. "Ok no matter", Mistress Elizabeth replied, "maybe this test will help you". Mistress clapped her hands together twice and a large man wearing a leather harness and a mask entered the room, bowed to Mistress and moved towards Jenny. "This is Ethan, Jenny, you see Ethan has been bad, he has disobeyed me on more than one occasion and must be punished for it". Mistress stepped off her throne and stood next to Jenny handing her a whip. Ethan had positioned himself up against the wall, Mistress then fastened him against it using leather straps. "Now punish him Jenny, take all of your aggression out on this worthless wretch". Jenny looked at the man and then at Mistress, "but wont it hurt him?" she said back timidly. "That is the point", replied Mistress snatching the whip from Jenny's hands and expertly drawing a line across his back as he flinched. "Thank you Mistress", Ethan replied moaning a little from the pain. "You see Jenny", Mistress said softly into her ear, "its about control, its about power, we are the ones with the power and they are the ones without. It is not a forced choice it is a decision so don’t feel bad about whipping this thing, he has chosen to be what he is and he is happier now than at any other time". "Maybe", Mistress said standing upright again, "maybe, you just don’t feel dominant because you aren't dressed correctly, Mistress picked up her bag and gave it to her, do you have something in there for me?" Jenny pulled out the envelope and handed it to Mistress, "very good, now go and change over there in that room and be quick about it, slut will help you". "slut?" Jenny said "Yes where has she got to, slut", Mistress called out, the girl in white returned. "Yes Mistress", she replied. "Take Miss Jenny here and help her get changed. "Yes Mistress", replied slut taking the box from Jenny and walking towards the small room in the corner. Jenny followed. The room was small but sufficient, a small bench against the wall with a large mirror. Slut put the box down on the bench and opened it before turning to Jenny, "if you could remove all of your clothes miss", she said sweetly before turning back to the box. Jenny started to remove her clothes taking them of until she was stood in just her underwear. Slut turned back around, "mm this wont do miss, let me help", slut said before snapping Jenny's bra off with on deft touch and pulling her panties off as well. Jenny felt quite self conscious stood there naked. Slut then pressed against the wall for it to open up into a small bathroom. Slut guided Jenny up onto a white bar stool and proceeded to wax her legs armpits and finally her pussy. "Kitties look so much better in the nude", slut said planting a soft kiss on Jenny's pussy before applying a lotion. Jenny was then escorted back into the room where slut, had her sit, she fed her feet and legs into some rather delicate silk stockings, seamed of course, she then fastened a suspender belt around her waist and fastened the stockings to it, the belt had six clasps and kept the stockings in place very well. Jenny had never worn such underwear, she had never felt the need and also she had never been lucky enough to be bought any by her boyfriends or even her no good husband. It felt very sensual being dressed like this. Slut moved on and had her stand up, slut wrapped the corset around Jenny and had her hold it in place while she set about lacing it up at the back. After a short while slut started to pull tightly on the strings, squeezing her petite frame in, slut even slipped of her shoe and used her foot to pull the strings tight. Jenny was a little alarmed by the force being used but once slut had finished she liked what she saw; her breast had been forced up and out and her waist had been reduced even smaller than before. Slut then pulled from the box a long black soft leather skirt about three quarters length with a long slit up the side, she held it for Jenny to step into and then lifted it and fastened it around her waist. Jenny then saw slut take a pair of very high stiletto boots from the box, in black soft shiny leather, she stepped into them and slut set about lacing them up at the back, Jenny was impressed as to how well everything had fitted, George obviously had a very good eye. Jenny stepped into the other boot, finding it a little awkward to stand at first, she had never worn heels this high and had not worn any heels above about an inch in more than five years or so. Once slut had finished she had Jenny sit down, slut set about brushing a sculpting her hair, she tied it back leaving it in a long tail, she then painted Jenny's finger nails bright red, applied her makeup and painted her lips red. Finally once slut had made sure her nails were dry she slid a pair of lace gloves over her hands, the glove part was just a loop that slid onto the middle finger and then stretched up and over the elbow. Jenny stood and looked at herself in the mirror, she was taken back, she looked amazing, better than she had looked in years. She turned to slut who was still kneeling, "thank you slut you have done a fantastic job". "My pleasure miss", replied slut lowering her head to Jenny's boot and kissing it softly, before using her sleeve to buff it to a high shine. A serge of power ran through Jenny as she saw what slut did, "do it again", she said. "Miss?" slut said kneeling up. Louder Jenny repeated herself, "do it again, kiss my boot slut". "Yes miss", slut replied lowering her pretty face down to kiss Jenny's boot. "Good slut", said Jenny quite strongly, she liked this power. Jenny sat down slut still kneeling before her, "why are you called slut little one?" "Miss it is because I am really a very dirty slut, Mistress nicknamed me that because of how degrading I can be and how much I love it", slut replied looking up at Jenny. Jenny smiled, "ok lets go", she said standing up. Slut stood also and opened the door, she led the way and they walked back out to the large room. Jenny strode confidently out behind slut, she could see Mistress Elizabeth sat in her throne, a young pretty little girl was serving her a drink in a large ornate glass. As Jenny approached Mistress dismissed the girl and stood up. "Well, well, look at what we have here", she said with a huge smile across her face, "didn't you turn out well". Jenny walked up the steps to Mistress Elizabeth and bowed, it seemed the most appropriate thing to do. "I feel wonderful Mistress Elizabeth", Jenny said with a big smile, "I understand what you now meant about the power. I can feel it running through me". "Excellent", Mistress replied sitting back down, she handed Jenny the whip, "here deal with Ethan for me". Jenny took the whip and gripped it tightly, "yes Mistress", she said stepping carefully down the steps. She snapped the whip a couple of times just to get to grips with it. Ethan was still manacled to the wall a small trickle of blood running down his back from earlier. Jenny went up close behind him, "Ethan, you have been bad, do you understand", Jenny said in a very low whisper. Ethan replied, "yes miss I do". "And in which case you understand that you are a worthless worm that needs the discipline so that you can become the best for your Mistress", Jenny whispered. "Yes miss I am" he replied, "I long to serve Mistress". "Very good", Jenny said, "she is very beautiful is she not?" "Very miss, she is the most beautiful woman in existence", Ethan replied eagerly. "What more beautiful than I", replied Jenny in a mocking tone. "Miss I know not of your beauty, I long only for my Mistress' touch and pleasure", he replied in a whisper. Jenny smiled to herself, "as it should be", she said. Mistress Elizabeth has such devotion from this man that he is willing to upset another who is carrying a whip to worship her. And even though he knows she has ordered his punishment he still loves her. What power, I will learn as much as I can from Mistress, for I too want this power. Jenny stepped back a little and snapped the whip, he yelped out in pain as a diagonal line carved itself across his back, Jenny tried again, she wanted to get it just like Mistress Elizabeth's a perfect horizontal line across his back, she also realised that by waiting a short time between whips the pain was more acute, so she waited, crack, better that time, crack, I will improve she thought, crack. After possibly ten to fifteen minutes Mistress Elizabeth clapped her hands, "enough", she said, clapping twice more and two other men in masks entered the room, took Ethan down and helped him tenderly towards the doorway, on his way however Ethan managed to turn, bow his head gingerly, "thank you Mistress", he said before making his way out. Mistress Elizabeth stepped down to Jenny's level and stood next to her, "how do you feel now?". Jenny was still breathless from her experience and panted, "I love it Mistress for the first time in years I feel so alive". Mistress Elizabeth smiled, "very good Miss Jenny, do you wish to proceed with your training?" Jenny replied promptly, "yes Mistress Elizabeth, I want to learn everything". "Very good", Mistress replied, walking slowly towards the door, "follow me Miss Jenny", she said as she opened the doors and left the room. Jenny walked a couple of steps behind Mistress as she was guided down the hallways of the old building. They walked most of the way to the other end of the building before Mistress Elizabeth instructed Jenny to sit in a small waiting room, she handed Jenny a small leather bound book, "you may find this of interest Miss Jenny", Mistress said before walking off and leaving Jenny alone. Jenny sat and opened the slim book, the title was just called 'Servitude', but there was very little detail. Jenny read her way through the book quickly, it was more of a manual than a story book, with instructions for the submissive as well as handy tips for the Dominant. Jenny took no time at all to finish the manual, the underlying theme of the manual had been consent. She had read about safe words whereby the submissive could stop things, this seemed like a good idea to Jenny, she had no desire to permanently injure someone. She learnt how a submissive is to act around his or her Master or Mistress, how they are meant to serve them, care for them. However the Dominant must also care for the submissive and look after them. There is an equal level of affection that occurs between the two parties even though the level of power is considerably different. The book was quite detailed so Jenny flicked through it again as she waited, she was breathing quite shallow due to the tightness of the corset and started to feel a little light-headed. Jenny was fanning herself with the book when Mistress Elizabeth returned, "I hope you have read that Miss Jenny?" she said looking at her disapprovingly. "Yes Mistress, cover to cover", she said standing up. "Good", replied Mistress, "follow me", she said before turning and heading of in the direction from where she had just come. Jenny followed Mistress Elizabeth across the corridor and into another room, it was quite dimly lit and Jenny had to take quite a few step before her eyesight became accustomed. They were walking down a very slim dark corridor, there were big stone blocks in the wall and the floor was covered in cobbles. Jenny had to be careful to step her way through them in these shoes. Mistress Elizabeth walked quickly she had no problem with the floor and they were soon at the end of the corridor. Mistress stopped and knocked loudly. A few seconds later the door was opened from the inside and Mistress walked in. Jenny found herself in a large room, there was a large table with restraints in the middle of the room, hanging up around the room were various pain inducing implements from the basic paddles to spikes and swords, Jenny even noticed some large canisters of gas. "The ability to administer punishment but not inflict any serious harm is a very difficult skill", Mistress said as she wasndered to the other side of the table leaning over it arms out looking at Jenny. "You will learn how to inflict pain but not hurt anyone permanently", Mistress aid before clapping her hands, a man walked in wearing a mask over his face but nothing else. He was quite tall, quite hairy but quite fit also. "Get onto the table boy!", Mistress said shouting at him. He nodded and went and positioned himself on the table, arms, legs and neck ready for restraining. Jenny spent the next two and a half hours learning from Mistress Elizabeth, it was amazing how much the poor boy went through. By the end of it all he had been paddled, whipped, gagged, slapped, beaten, his penis and testicles had been tried up, his airway restricted, his feet slapped, hot wax was dripped onto him, basically every known sadistic treatment imaginable. Jenny stood there exhausted, she could see Mistress Elizabeth was also quite tired, she was wiping her forehead with a silk handkerchief. She went around the table and released the boy, who lay there panting for breath. Jenny watched as Mistress then leant down to his ear, pretty much instantaneously the boy started to ejaculate, thick white globs of semen went flying up over his body, Mistress whispered something else to him and he stood up and gingerly walked out of the room. Jenny stood there mouth opened, "that was amazing Mistress", she said. "Thank you Miss Jenny", she said, "it was nothing really, the skill is in the use of these wonderful tools we have at our disposal, it just a matter of using them correctly. And the finale, well that was easy, he enjoys the pain and as a result he gets aroused, as the pain intensified so did his desire to cum, but he knows I would have really punished him if he had cum without my say-so, so he waited until I commanded him to cum. When you have the power Jenny you will find that nothing is done without your say-so". "Yes Mistress", Jenny replied. "Jenny had learnt a lot this morning she was excited and aroused and eager and as a result it had left her tired. "Let us retire for lunch", Mistress said walking to the door. "Yes Mistress", said Jenny following her.