I heard the bell call distantly from my pantry and immediately entered the room. The bed sheet was stained with my protégé’s blood and I knew I ha...d finally been denied that sweet fruit. My anger boiled like the water I had the servants take for their bathing. I could barely bring myself to gaze upon Madeleine and inwardly cursed her for a whore. The following morning the Mistress allowed Madeleine to leave to visit her mother and return the following evening. I was hoping she might miss her. The climax peaked, then ebbed away.Gradually we slowed to a halt. I pulled her pulsating little body to me and rolled us over, still connected. I ought to stop thinking of her as little. What must it feel like when your parents sent you away because they thought you were a nuisance? Well she was a challenge, to be fair. Did she even need someone like Janice? But still ... I stroked over her, while her hair brushed my chin and her cheek lay on my chest.Her hands moved up and wrapped over my. My trainee would soon come to cherish those ministrations, for her days of unearned orgasms and free self-pleasuring were over. Sexual slavery had a very unfavourable pain-to-pleasure ratio.I closed the zipper and re-tightened the crotch straps. Better be sure...The chain that had held her nose clamp found a new counterpart in the strong ring at the top of the head-harness. I worked the pulley and listened to the sweet sounds of pain and distress as the rising chain forced Illaun onto her. The beam dropped to my privates."Who are you?" I demanded."Shh! Do you want to wake everyone?" The whisper was so quiet I could only tell it was a female voice."What are you going to do?" Make you comfortable. This may be your last opportunity." Last opportunity for what?" Stop talking or I'll go." By now the torch had been put down, I could make out only the dark figure of a woman with long hair — it could have been any colour — it could have been anyone. It could have been Josie, or.