While a couple minions were cleaning perspiration and other juices off the floor, I stepped to the dais.

"Folks, we want to thank you for waiting so patiently for the audience participation section. Outside and to your left there are beverages and food galore. Whatever you want and don't see, we've got it, or can get it. Ask Bisarah for whatever you need. While you eat, I have an introductory punishment for our newest member: Docilia. Ladies, would you be so kind as to bring her up here, please? Thank you. Connect her to the solid uprights by her arms only, and use the sliding adjustable cuffs.

"Docilia, this will serve as your welcome to the dungeon, and hopefully may be your last punishment. It will all be up to you and your behavior."

Her wrists weren't really tensioned, she could move her arms a little. I thought I saw her testing her bonds, followed by an odd smile. THAT wouldn't last long!

Kneeling down on the floor, I used a meter-wide ankle-spreader, fastening her legs in very tightly. There was a heavy rope fastened to the middle of the spreader, and seemingly running into the floor.

I arose and slowly looked the woman over. Her skin was pristine: smooth and unmarked. Obviously she had never been punished hard before, at least not hard enough to make a mark. Hmm.

"Who have you belonged to in the past, Docilia?"

"Mmmy mmaster is dead."

I gave her a very hard spank and moved very close to her face.

"What did you say, slave?"

"I said my master is dead." Another spank, on the other cheek. She cried out at this one, then said, "Why are you spanking me? I answered your question!"

Didn't seem like Jenny, who'd been assigned to orient her, had done a very good job. And Docilia was going to suffer for it. "Docilia, dear," I said in a very gentle, but not soft, voice, "What word should be at the end of every communication with a Master or Mistress?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, I apologize! Please don't spank me any more, Sir!" She apparently was shaking in fright. Though her eyes looked defiant somehow.

"Sadly, I will not be able to comply with your wishes, since they don't match mine, little slave. Now I have two things to punish you for! Let me look at your body a little closer here."

And she tried to KICK me!! "OK, honey, I don't know if anyone has ever introduced you to subservience, but you'll learn in the next hour! You have the gall to kick at me? Girl, you picked the wrong target!" I walked over to the wall, and flipped a switch. The floor beneath her seperated to reveal a deep hole, and the rope connected to her spreader suddenly pulled tight. The pull on her legs tightened the arm bindings, and her legs fell through, to about half-calf.

"Won't be kicking at me now, will you? For your information, the block hanging on the other end of that rope weighs 22 1/2 kilos... 50 pounds if you don't know metrics. Now you're tight in those bonds." I began to feel her ass-cheeks; nice and tight. Good squeeze, and seemingly very muscular and sensitive. Her tits sat kind of high on her chest, say about a 35B. Not bad, but I'd have a little talk with our medical department to see what they could do. Pussy fairly tight, near-virginal. Anus absolutely unused. This would be fun! Wait until Mobius gets here!!

"We'll start out gently with you, Docilia. How about a Willow switch? Say, 40 strokes?"

She screamed at me, calling me foul names, saying, "just you wait; I'll get you!"

I smiled, laughed at her, and said, "Yes, I know, and my little dog, too, right?" I walked over to the toy cabinet and grabbed a fairly large O-gag. Putting it in was a small concern until I got it in place; she was biting at every move.

Once she was gagged, I grabbed her tongue, looked at her and said, "Be careful, slave. You just might get this removed!" She didn't know it was an empty threat: we NEVER do such in our dungeon. But to give her something to think about, I picked up a bottle of tobasco sauce and splashed a few teaspoons full on her tongue. "Now you've got something to scream about, eh?"

I reached for the switch, and began working on her back, starting at her knees and moving slowly up. Forty is quite a lot, but I was determined to put all of them on her back. I moved over her butt, skipped the kidneys and spine, and kept moving. #40 landed just below her neck. All through this she had been yelling and screaming, shaking what little she could. To no avail, of course.

"Are we feeling a little more obediant now, little slave?"

She tried to spit at me! Of course the ring stopped her. What nerve! This was going to be a tough nut to crack.

Putting the used-up willow in the trash, I grabbed a cloth bag which rattled ominously. Walking around her front, I proceeded to give her clothes-pin halos on each breast. Three of them on each. And three pins on each nip as well.
I pushed a button on the control and her arms moved upwards, pulling the weight with her, of course. Kneeling down, I repeated the process on her pussy lips, all four of course, with two more on her clit.

Taking a minute for myself, I asked A to get me a frozen beer in a frozen mug. Sweaty work! I sat down at a table in front, as most of the others had refilled after the luncheon. Bringing my beer, I asked A to sit down near me, so I could play with her a while.

Shortly, I had her panting and ready to cum, however it was time for Docilia's clips to come off. I sent A to do so, then had her stay near so I might have her skills handy.

"Look at all those little marks. Did it hurt, Docilia?" She would not even bother with eye contact. There were no tears on her face, and her eyes were defiant still. I asked A to rinse her mouth and tongue with water, as we'd soon be using it for something else.

While A was busy, I grabbed a heavy leather. It was five feet long, six inches wide, and perhaps 3/8" thick. As soon as A was clear, I started whipping Docilia again, concentrating many of my blows to her tits, above and under. At forty I stopped once again, smiling at her heavy red markings on the front of her body. I had Dee come up on stage for a quick medical check; Docilia was fine. Good! We continued.

"OK, Docilia: We're going to let you have a little rest, now." A was wheeling an iron contraption out on a dolly. "The two ladies will be unbinding you shortly, however we need to lift the weight and close the hole." While they did that, Ruby came out on stage with Mobius, and I asked them for some help.

A undid her left arm, and Ruby quickly grabbed it, as Docilia was fighting to free herself. Mobius did the same with her right arm, and A & Dee hurried to unbind her ankles, which they held on to. I lifted the cage down to the floor (it was heavy, nearly 40 kilos). While my helpers were busy pushing her face down on the floor with legs extended, I slid her legs into the bonds at the back of the cage, using a toe-cuff to keep her from pulling her legs in. Forcing her to bend her legs, we moved her ass onto the two cast-iron dildos waiting and lubricated. She screamed hard when one entered her pussy, and shouted her head off when one went up her ass. I put a strap around her waist and fastened it to the sides of the cage. Pushing her chest down, I tightened the Breast Press built into that wall of the cage, and her hands were slipped into cuffs mounted to the sides of the cage. Finally, we (carefully!) removed the O-gag from her mouth, and slid in a tube gag, to keep her tongue under control. We closed the front of the cage and locked it. Mobius, Mastermike and I lifted the box back onto the cart, and I took the opportunity to relieve my cock of it's surplus sperm down her throat. Mike followed suit, but Mobius was waiting for more opportunities with the other two guests, I suppose.

Mastermike and I rolled her into a corner of the stage, facing the punishment area. She deserved to see what she might be in store for, one of these days.