SHIRLEY WAITED FOR ZELDA TO GIVE HER INSTRUCTIONS. Her mouth returned to Zelda's boots and her tongue traced a line round the spiked heels and back to the toes. Zelda lifted her foot and placing its sole against Shirley's face, gave her a shove that sent her on to her back. Her upturned face now received the rough touch of the boots sole and sharp steel heel.
"I am duty bound to keep my promise to your Master. You have been unfaithful and
enjoyed sex with others. You know well that for this, you must be beaten.
I am contracted to your Master to carry out your punishment as I see fit. Do you accept your fate?"
Shirley did not look up. With closed eyes, she simply said "Yes Mistress. It is the way."
Zelda gave another rough push at the submissive face.
"Your punishment will be immediate and harsh"
Zelda lifted her foot and released Shirley from its weight.
"Go to the sofa and take your position.'' The command was without anger or passion. It was simply the accepted order of things.
A slave, or slut or whatever name it is given, once collared, has given up all rights that have been stated and agreed in its contract.It has no gender and is an object only. A possession of its Master.
It has no right to offer opinion, or complain,
or protest once it has signed its contract of 'the collar"
Shirley had been "collard" and was happy to accept the pain and suffering of the discipline she was about to receive. T.B.C.
