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The glacial blonde, Miss Blake admired her outfit as she prepared for today’s class. The gleaming black latex catsuit, leather thigh boots and her body harness looked suitably austere. She turned and left her study and strode down the stairs to the classroom.

The students were assembled for reassignment, a subject that the Slave Institute excelled in. Unfortunately, this coterie was made up of would-be dominants who had failed their initial training.

It was a reality of the Institute’s success that the standard was always going to be high. In recent years, the failure rates had begun to increase and her work was often the most unpopular part of the whole organisation.

Her boot heels thundered on the floor as she entered the sparse room. Three large steel frames stood near the back wall. Standing near each frame was a slave. The heavy leather straitjackets kept them well secured, along with the leather gimp hood, matching thick dog collar and pouch covering their genitalia. She stopped and turned on her heel as she regarded her students.

There were at least a dozen girls kneeling down, wearing simple black pvc rain capes. Despite their apparent failure in Domina training, they were permitted to don the shiny cloaks in the cold room.

The chamber held an array of other restraints, with racks holding a variety of canes, paddles and bull whips. Other instruments of torture were stored in separate compartments. Miss Blake selected the chestnut brown bullwhip from the collection and the tip trailed across the floor as she addressed the girls…..

“Welcome to my class. I’m sure the reason for your attendance here has been explained to you. I am Miss Blake and I will be your Mistress until you leave this place.”

The girls looked terrified as Miss Blake wandered closer to them, her eyes narrowing like a lioness as she scanned the congregation. Her gaze fell on the student to the far right. She was a pretty brunette, with shorter hair and large, kind eyes. Miss Blake almost sneered as she pointed the whip toward the girl…..

“I don’t even need to ask why you failed, child. A face of such sweetness will not command anything, or intimidate anyone. What is your name?”

The girl stammered her response….

“R-Rebecca, Madam Blake.”

Miss Blake stared a hole through Rebecca as she beckoned the girl toward her.

“I’m not a Madam. I am a Miss. There is a difference in those titles. A Madam gets to enjoy the fruit of their labour. Hand picked slaves and lives of luxury. I work for my living, girl. I do not get handed anything. For that, I’m proud of my title.”

Rebecca stuttered an apology as Miss Blake circled her, like a shark swimming around a stricken seal. The lady’s focus then shifted as she slowly and deliberately approached one of the bound slaves. Her gloved hand roughly grabbed at the pouch and the hooded figure grunted sharply. Miss Blake delivered a vicious rabbit punch to the kidneys before a humiliating gob of spit was launched at the hooded face.

“No fucking sound, pig. You’re not permitted to do anything apart from stand here and be a sack of rancid meat.”

Miss Blake’s eyes flashed with malice as she grabbed the collar of the slave and began to unbuckle it, before fixing it back on even tighter. The slave made a choking sound, but tried to stay quiet, lest another blow came his way. Hanging from the D ring on the collar was a small key and Miss Blake released it. She reached down to the leather pouch and unzipped the front panel away, exposing the solid steel chastity cage underneath.

She turned to Rebecca and ordered her to come over. The Miss deftly unlocked the cage, and the slave’s cock was now hanging down. Rebecca felt Miss Blake grip her shoulders and force her down to her knees, face close to the phallus……

“It is my unpleasant duty to take the failures of your work and turn them into something useful. The Slave Institute provides submissives of all types, to all interested parties. If you cannot dominate, then you must serve. If you cannot serve…then we have a problem. That goes for all of you in this class.”

Miss Blake took the slave’s cock in her gloved hand and started to slowly jerk it off. Unsurprisingly, the grubby instrument began to harden as the expert touch of the Miss felt so good. Rebecca watched on, knowing full well that she would be expected to take over. Miss Blake stopped caressing the slave and pushed Rebecca’s head toward the cock.

“Take it, child. Show me what you can do.”

Rebecca’s eyes welled up as she opened her mouth and took the warm, pulsing head. She had some experience, but nothing of any note. She gagged as she tried to go deep. The admonition from Miss Blake stopped her…..

“This worm doesn’t need any pleasure. Work the tip and the shaft. Don’t attempt anything else. Skilled Dominants and submissives often have to master the same set of attributes. A Domina sucking cock is a vital part of tease and denial. Another layer of power over these basest of creatures.”

Rebecca began to lick and kiss the shaft of the slave’s cock, her lips sliding up and down. She used her hands to fondle the shaved ball sack and tease the base of the penis. The slave was desperate to cum, but knew he would be flayed to within an inch of his life if he dared. Muzzled, choked groans were barely suppressed as Miss Blake stepped in and pulled Rebecca away.

“I have seen much worse. Your technique and instincts are reasonably good. Let’s see how some of your colleagues fare with the other two worthless cunts.”

The afternoon drew on, with the class teasing and denying the hooded wretches in their bondage. Miss Blake seemed satisfied at the progress, perhaps some of these girls may yet prosper. She observed Rebecca closely. The innocent, pretty face belied some form of latent cruelty, especially when one of the slaves actually had the temerity to cum without permission. Rebecca snatched up a thin birch cane and viciously cracked it across the upper thigh of the offending piggy, she turned to Miss Blake, suddenly unsure that she overstepped her bounds.

Miss Blake nodded in approval as Rebecca then struck again, this time to the slave’s other leg. Clearly the girl knew that softest flesh would sting greatly. The lessons would be learned but for now, the girls returned to their dorm. Miss Blake, however would be taking a more direct approach to young Rebecca’s training.

Rebecca nervously approached Miss Blake’s study. After yesterday’s first lesson, it seemed that the student had begun to win over her hard faced educator, especially as she was now summoned for a private lesson with the lady herself.

Little was known about Miss Blake, but her somewhat defensive tone in class about a Madam compared to a Miss was quite revealing. Word spread around the dorm that Miss Blake herself was a fallen Domme and this was her punishment…..to train up and reassign the girls who never made it. A daily reminder of her own failures within the Slave Institute.

Of course Rebecca saw Miss Blake’s vicious and authoritarian side, and that wasn’t a performance. The lady was most formidable and Rebecca knew she had to be on her guard. With that in mind, she rapped on the door and waited.

Eventually she heard Miss Blake’s voice from within, ordering her to enter. Rebecca opened the door and the study was huge and pristine. Books, files and pictures were neatly placed in the bookcases or hung on the walls. The large mahogany desk was near the tall bay window, but the leather chair behind it was empty. Rebecca looked around and saw Miss Blake.

The lady was relaxing on the sofa in the darker recess of the room. She was wearing a below the knee leather skirt, black high heeled boots and a frilled silk blouse. Her long leather gloves completed the elegant outfit as she regarded Rebecca awkwardly standing in front of her.

Miss Blake looked the girl up and down. Rebecca was wearing the pvc rain cape, white blouse and black latex skater skirt. She was also wearing black Hunter boots, glossed to a high shine.

“Expecting rain inside, girl?”

Rebecca started to stutter a response, until she saw the faintest trace of a smile cross the Miss’s face. The girl smiled back, her kind eyes twinkling as she removed the cape. Rebecca wasn’t as slim as Miss Blake and had a generous chest. Her ass was similarly thick, the latex skirt hanging nicely around her hips and buttocks. Miss Blake’s eyes seemed to burn into Rebecca as she invited the girl to sit.

“Every instinct I have seems to believe you are a prime candidate for reassignment. Except when I saw you in my class yesterday…….there was a stern cruelty. So, I think I need to see a little more of you in order to decide which way your teaching will go. I assume you believe that you could yet be a dominant?”

Rebecca looked down at her shiny boots and nodded. She enjoyed the fetishwear and the sense of power she felt when she punished the slave…it made her feel like she belonged. Miss Blake’s expression softened slightly…….her eyes lost the steely, interrogative look and instead she seemed a little sad. The moment hung in the air as Rebecca shuffled in discomfort. Miss Blake got up and walked over to a long red curtain that served as a partition to a further part of the study.

“Come with me, child.”

Miss Blake regained her terse attitude as she waited for her student to join her.

“If you truly wish to succeed as a dominant, you will need to punish indiscriminately. You will enjoy the power of command, but the role of being a dominant holds the great weight of responsibility. It isn’t for everyone and I would imagine most of your classmates and dare I say, friends, will be sent away.”

Miss Blake moved the curtains apart and a cage stood behind it. Inside the cage was a latex clad gimp. Hooded, collared, bound and groaning feebly. Rebecca looked on in morbid horror as Miss Blake opened the door and pulled the slave out by the collar and roughly pushed it to the ground. The yelp sounded female and Miss Blake sneered as she placed a high heeled boot on the chest.

“I have already begun to split the class into reassignment, or reassessment. You are currently being reassessed. This thing here, will not be rejoining us. Well, not as a student anyway.”

Rebecca reached down and touched the hood of the slave, the faceless covering offered no clue as to the identity of the wretch underneath. Miss Blake told Rebecca to take its hood off. The athletic frame was clad in the catsuit, wrists cuffed and ankles shackled. The girl started to unlace the tight hood and the muzzled groans got more desperate as Rebecca tugged away, finally releasing the unknown victim from one of its tortures.

Rebecca gasped quietly as she saw the face of her classmate, Nikki. Though the sweltering hood was now taken off, the girl was heavily gagged with a tight black vinyl tape wrap around her mouth and head. Her eyes were red as she pleaded for mercy. Miss Blake moved in and gripped Nikki’s face, holding her head still.

“You were too busy spreading rumours about me, when you should have been more concerned with your own future. Don’t you know that I hear and see everything you feckless little cunt.”

The Miss turned to Rebecca, a triumphant gleam in her eye…..

“If you truly wish to prove yourself, then you will show me what you’re capable of. I don’t know how friendly you are with this stupid twat……but that won’t matter now. She’s beneath you, and you will administer punishment accordingly.”

Rebecca looked at Miss Blake and then around the study. Her eyes fell on a wooden chest near the desk. All manner of toys and tortures were inside and she headed over to pick her weapons of choice. Again, Miss Blake seemed a little surprised at the lack of discomfort on the girl’s part. In fact, after the initial shock of seeing her peer under the hood, that same flash of cold cruelty crossed Rebecca’s kind face.

She asked Miss Blake if she could wear some gloves. The lady nodded and directed her to a set of drawers near the study’s door. Dozens of leather, latex and pvc gloves lay neatly within and Rebecca chose a pair of elbow length pvc gauntlets. She then picked out a pair of chain linked nipple clamps, and a vibrator from the toy chest before wandering back to her stricken classmate.

Miss Blake watched in eager anticipation of what this little bitch was going to do. It seemed like Rebecca had a definite plan for Nikki. The lady retired to the sofa and crossed her booted legs…..cunt tingling as she looked her protege up and down. That juicy ass swaying under the floaty latex skirt, showing a flash of her white panties, and the squeak of those deliciously shiny boots. Whatever happened this afternoon would give Miss Blake something pleasant to think about at bedtime.

Rebecca turned to Miss Blake and smiled, a teasing and provocative expression in her eyes. The Miss remained stoic, but underneath her prim leather outfit she was soaking. Nikki shook her head furiously, grunts and cries becoming even more pathetic as Rebecca unzipped the suit, roughly groping her classmate’s tits as she knelt on the floor. The tits were small and not especially perky, but that wasn’t important…..once the spiteful clamps were put on, Rebecca tugged on the chain between them and plunged the vibe down towards Nikki’s crotch.

“Cum for me. Cum as I torture these pathetic little udders. Don’t think I haven’t seen you staring at me in class. I bet you wanted to take some real tits in your mouth didn’t you? To suck and kiss them…..too bad you’re gagged so tightly, I haven’t had anyone to pleasure me in so long.”

Miss Blake shifted a little uncomfortably as Rebecca’s normally sweet voice became a seductive and mocking sound. The relish of torturing her classmate had turned her into something else. A devil stepping outside of an angel’s shadow.

Nikki cried in pain as the tit punishment continued. Rebecca occasionally slid her gloved hand up and pinched her plaything’s nose…..cutting the air off and watching the worthless cunt flopping around, ready to pass out. But she never did. Rebecca was in control and carried on trying to force a shameful orgasm from her slave. Eventually, Nikki succumbed to the relentless vibration and shuddered in climax.

Rebecca stood up and pulled her cotton panties down. She lifted up the short latex skirt and started to grind her sodden cunt into the face of the hapless student.

“There. Don’t say I never gave you anything to remember me by.”

Rebecca snatched up the vibe and now started to pleasure herself. Miss Blake moaned softly, forgetting where she was. The noise wasn’t unnoticed by her sadistic new pet student as Rebecca turned toward Miss Blake and started to fuck the toy.

“I’m going to cum, Miss. Please let me cum for you.”

Miss Blake could only nod as she tried to control her own urges…..the little bitch had played this very well indeed and certainly, the loud orgasms were making her feel like she wanted to join in…..to lap up Rebecca’s cunt. But she stayed still and waited until the show was over. Rebecca slumped against the cage, breathing heavily as she powered the vibe off. She turned to Nikki who cowered on the floor, Rebecca’s pussy juices glistening on the face crushing gag.

She picked up her panties and wiped them on her cunt…..then forcing the slave to sniff them. Miss Blake stood, and strode over…..

“That will do, girl. You’ve made your point. An entertaining spectacle certainly. Go back to your dorm and do not tell anyone about this incident. Your classmate’s belongings have already been packed. She will be staying in the holding area for tonight. You’re dismissed.”

Rebecca nodded and curtsied to Miss Blake, before hurrying out of the study. The Miss picked up Rebecca’s panties and placed them in her desk drawer, and then turned her attention to slave Nikki.

“You will need to improve your pain tolerance. At the moment, I can think of few uses for you outside of the Institute. If that is the case, then the best you can hope for is a Master or Mistress that has use for pet play. Your physique would suit a pony girl.”

Nikki wailed as she was taken out of Miss Blake’s study. The lady went to the study door and locked it, before heading to her desk and taking out Rebecca’s panties…..she unzipped her skirt and placed her hand down between her legs. She felt ashamed, but she sniffed the girl’s wet underwear as she brought herself off to a few powerful orgasms. This would be the first and last time she would do this.

She could only hope…..

Miss Blake sat in the office of Mistress Prin, her hands nervously tapping her laptop. The venerable Headmistress was something of a legend within the Slave Institute. A woman with over forty years of experience as a dominant, a trainer and an educator. She was the leader of the Slave Institute for an unprecedented four terms in office, before moving into this role.

Mistress Prin was a stickler for timekeeping, and sure enough the door opened exactly as the clock struck for their appointment. Miss Blake immediately stood and bowed her head in deference. She waited until Mistress Prin reached her chair, before curtsying and taking the lady’s gloved hand, kissing it with reverence.

Mistress Prin was still in magnificent condition, her auburn hair was still full and flowed like a mane, and although her face was showing more lines than before, she had the look and vitality of someone twenty years younger.

She sat, her leather trousers and boots creaking with the quality of the hide she insisted on wearing. The corset and opera length lace up leather gloves gave the Mistress an austere elegance. Miss Blake first met her mentor almost thirty years ago, when she was an aspiring young Domina. Mistress Prin in her prime could lay claim to being the most physically and mentally strong dominant in the world. While she had trimmed down her physique in recent years, the now lean frame was still reminiscent of the Amazon that Miss Blake admired and respected.

Mistress Prin smiled warmly at Miss Blake, she was fond of her former student, even in some tough times. But the business to be discussed today, would test Mistress Prin’s indulgence. As Miss Blake begun to speak, she was silenced by a hand raising before her….

“I have had the chance to review your request, Miss Blake. It is unheard of to propose a student that is currently under reassignment review, to be given the opportunity to assist in running classes with her teacher. I fear your judgement here is flawed.”

Miss Blake expected to be told that, however, she bristled at the idea that her judgment was wrong. She picked up the laptop and showed it to Mistress Prin….

“Mistress, you can see here how she punishes. Her instincts and technique belie her lack of experience. I realise her psychometric results seemed to indicate otherwise, but the girl is a natural dominant. She is calm, but utterly ruthless when the situation calls for it. There is no lack of focus, she seems to change in an instant.”

Mistress Prin shook her head, and placed a hand on Miss Blake’s knee.

“The rules advise against it, Nadia. There has only been one instance of a failed student making such a stark improvement. The governors of the Institute do not want to risk repeating what happened in that situation. You understand this of course.”

Miss Blake clenched her fists. A misjudgment after such triumph almost ruined her career. She was indeed the student who escaped being trafficked to one of the many Madams in the country. But her indiscretions with a member of the faculty following her salvation nearly ended it all.

“While I agree that the girl’s abilities seem to be better than first thought……..I have also seen her around the school. She is very much your type, Nadia. Perhaps you are letting some feelings get in the way?”

Miss Blake spent years reclaiming her reputation, only to now have her thoughts infatuated with Rebecca. Miss Blake turned to the Mistress, expression earnest and heartfelt….

“Please attend the lesson, Mistress. Let her prove she belongs…….I have no feelings for the girl, other than the fact she will be a great dominant. Either teaching here, or becoming a Madam. I will respect your decision of course, but you above all know how important it is to give people opportunities.”

Mistress Prin’s face hardened, but she nodded her assent and ordered Miss Blake to leave, but with a warning ringing in her ears……the teacher’s own career was being scrutinised too.

Rebecca stared at her reflection. Squeezing into the tight riding breeches and jacket felt amazing, but of course, it was the towering thigh boots that gave her the sensation of power. The crisp white blouse barely contained her generous chest, but she stood….preening and admiring the outfit and her ass in the breeches. She heard the boot heels thunder behind her and Miss Blake was there……

“Mmm, you look sensational, Rebecca. A most apt look for our lesson today.”

Miss Blake was dressed identically, with the exception of her riding breeches being a dazzling white. Her boots were similarly high and she was a true picture of statuesque dominance. She was carrying a pair of leather riding crops and handed one to her student.

“Given your skill with the cane, I would imagine wielding this crop will not pose a problem. Practice.”

Rebecca swished the crop in the air and watched her technique in the mirror. She widened her stance and imagined the tool was cracking over the flesh of a slave. Miss Blake moved behind Rebecca and grabbed her arm gently. She began to guide the strokes and pressed against the girl to hold her stance steady.

“The rule is to conserve your energy as well as delivering power. Your legs are too far apart. Wearing such high heels, you need to stand slightly more narrow. Any exaggerated movements will unbalance you and make striking inconsistent. Don’t be too still, as you will need your body weight to move behind each hit. Bend over.”

The girl did as she was told and bent over the nearby pommel horse. Miss Blake began to issue a series of short, sharp taps with the crop…..finding the same place every time. Rebecca grimaced with each hit, but she knew the Miss was going easy on her. It was also shameful that the student was getting wetter as the lesson continued. Eventually Miss Blake stopped and gently rubbed Rebecca’s ass cheek.

“You aren’t hurt I hope? I’m too used to punishing with the crop, not demonstrating.”

Rebecca got up and smiled, before suddenly kissing Miss Blake on the lips.

“I’m not hurt, Miss. I enjoyed it, and thank you for the lesson.”

Miss Blake was slightly stunned, but then she moved in and returned the kiss, this time longer and more passionate. Her hand went down Rebecca’s breeches and she moaned with approval when she discovered the girl’s wet cunt. It wasn’t long before Rebecca came under the touch of the Miss. The expert finger fuck left our protege breathing heavily and once again leaning in to kiss Miss Blake. Rebecca dropped to her knees and pulled her teacher’s breeches down, exposing the hot, neatly trimmed pussy……she looked up, eyes asking for permission. Miss Blake moved over to the pommel horse and leaned back, gently pulling Rebecca towards her clit.

The girl began to eat her Mistress out, tongue lapping her fragrant cunt, tenderly kissing and nipping the Miss’s pussy lips. Miss Blake opened her legs further and eventually a mind blowing orgasm hit like a thunderclap. The elder lady had to put her hand to her mouth to muffle the groans of orgasmic pleasure. Rebecca kept on going, bringing Miss Blake to another climax.

With the urgent sense of lust out of the way, both women sat facing each other. More boot teasing and oral pleasure followed…..as Miss Blake smiled at her young lover and pointed a mock, admonishing finger….

“You’re a bad girl, Rebecca. But you and I both know that. But we still haven’t seen how good you are with this crop. The lesson is later this evening and we haven’t practiced fully. So, show me if you’ve learned anything.”

Miss Blake got up and bent over the horse. She pulled her breeches back down again and bared her toned backside. She ordered the girl to crop her. Rebecca took up the weapon and delivered steady, controlled blows. Precision wasn’t quite there, but the level of movement was much improved. Miss Blake moaned, her breathing heavy and her voice desperate…..

“Harder. Mark me. Make me your property.”

Rebecca faltered, shocked at Miss Blake’s sudden submission, but she continued until the welts began to appear. Then she stopped, hand trembling.

“I can’t hurt you, Miss. Please say that’s enough.”

Miss Blake grabbed the horse and began to finger herself. She looked at the marks on her ass in the mirror….and came again. Rebecca moved over and took Miss Blake’s hand tightly. The teacher soon recovered and stood up, hissing in discomfort as she pulled her breeches back up. She turned to Rebecca, her detached deportment once again in place….but with a look of embarrassment.

“I apologise. I seemed to have lost some composure, girl. I will need to change into something else. You will stay dressed like that. Mistress Prin will no doubt want to know of any practical cropping examples….you will say that the bull slaves were used. I marked them earlier, and sufficiently enough to corroborate that story. Oh, I trust this afternoon’s activities stay between us?”

Rebecca nodded and Miss Blake swept out of the room without another look or word. The atmosphere in the air was extraordinary and Rebecca briefly thought about going after Miss Blake. Instead, she turned toward her reflection once again. She gripped the riding crop and flexed it, her expression darkened and her eyes black as night.

Who would be next?

Now waiting in the classroom with the students, Mistress Prin was brooding about Miss Blake’s only known weakness, a sudden and intense infatuation with someone. Rebecca had got under Miss Blake’s skin and that was dangerous.

But she would be a given a chance, although, regardless of the outcome, the student would be leaving the Slave Institute School. Prin couldn’t risk any further embarrassment to her staff, and more importantly, to her own reputation. Rebecca would be accepted to train under Frau Marlen in Munich. Far enough away, yet still given her opportunity.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the door opened and Miss Blake walked in with Rebecca. They were virtually identical in attire, although Miss Blake’s front zip thigh boots seem to be a new addition, with Rebecca wearing the more traditional style. Both women were wielding thin birch canes and they bowed slightly to the Mistress. She regarded them icily as they entered the classroom.

Minutes passed and there was still no sign of the wretched gimps, Mistress Prin got to her feet. Both Rebecca and Miss Blake stalked around the classroom, the canes swishing with menace.

“What nonsense is this, Miss Blake? What lesson are we supposed to be watching? Both of you swanning around in your domme gear? Playing at being Mistresses? I’ve seen enough of this performative idiocy. You’ll both come to my office in an hour.”

Mistress Prin headed to the door, with Rebecca suddenly in front of her. The girl’s eyes were jet black, her mouth sneered in contempt.

“Get back to your fucking seat.”

The girls gasped and Mistress Prin’s face flushed with fury. Rebecca raised the cane and the Mistress quickly grabbed her arm, painfully bending it back behind her. Rebecca yelped in pain and dropped the weapon. Mistress Prin unleashed a furious right hand, a full slap to the side of Rebecca’s head, knocking the girl against the door. A swift rabbit kick followed and struck her in the gut. Rebecca fell and Mistress Prin reached down, grabbing her throat, the older woman still more than a match for her much younger opponent who was gasping for air.

“If I was even five years younger, cunt, I would cripple you. Only one other person dared put their hands on me, and they ended up in a hospital bed for almost a year. You can join them……. Miss Blake, come to me at once. This little bitch needs to be loaded in the cattle truck.”

Miss Blake stood. Her expression was uncertain, a real conflict of loyalty. Mistress Prin turned and fixed the Miss with a gorgon’s glare. She took a handful of Rebecca’s hair and dragged the girl to her feet, before viciously slamming her head into the wall. Miss Blake moved forward, concerned for her young lover.

Prin picked Rebecca up and went to slam her again, except this time, Miss Blake was now behind the Mistress. Her arm was tightly around the neck of her mentor……Blake spitefully dug her heel into the calf of Mistress Prin, forcing her down to the floor. She kept the chokehold in place and the Mistress faded quickly. Rebecca swayed a little, but she aimed a stinging kick to Mistress Prin’s ribs, her bruised and bleeding face a mask of incendiary anger.

Miss Blake pulled Rebecca away and grabbed some leather straps, comprehensively hogtying the Mistress.

With the weeks passing, Mistress Prin’s station had been reduced dramatically. New Headmistress Blake had now taken the reins of the school, and the former legendary Mistress’s position served as a warning to those who dared challenge the new world order. Prin’s custom made and expensive leather wardrobe was now swapped for simple latex drone attire. She could only grunt her displeasure as she knelt at Headmistress Blake’s boots every day…..

As for Rebecca?

Our savant had now been firmly on the path of Mistress herself. Under the continuous tutelage of Headmistress Blake, the formidable Miss Rebecca Fury was fast cementing her reputation in the Slave Institute. Her particular skill lay in assessing and interviewing slaves and failed students alike.

Mistress Prin often spoke about the importance of succession……now she gets to see it every day.

Months of training had turned Miss Fury into a sleek, cruel machine. Her trademark cuffs were never far from her hand, and her boots were a true extension of her power.

Location: Rheinhart Male Penitentiary, Somewhere in Southern Germany.

Local Time: 14:36

Bond awoke slowly in stifling heat and the smell of leather in his nostrils. He tried to move and realised his body was completely immobile.

He was wearing some sort of hood and a gag was jammed in his mouth. The eyeholes offered limited visibility, but he could see he was lying on a filthy stone floor. He looked out to see bars ahead of him. Was he in a cell?

As the heaviness of his head cleared, he dimly remembered being attacked in his hotel room. A black woman dressed like an army officer in leather had jumped him as he opened the door. He winced as he now recalled her vicious riding boot landing a blow in his ribs, and the sensation of her spurs digging into his thigh. He fought her away, his combat training far superior to his attacker, he even landed a good few blows to her before flinging her against a wall.

But that’s when he fucked up. She lay smiling at him, her lip bleeding as he went to extract information from her. The sudden, cold prick of a needle in his neck began to render the world in darkness. As Bond slumped to the floor, he saw her partner in crime. An Asian lady in similar military uniform, the heels of her jet black thigh boots mockingly pressed against his crotch. Both women standing over the fallen agent…..revealing their transportation plan.

Flitting back to the now, Bond grunted as he lurched around in the full leather cocoon fastened by laces. He tried to call out, but the ball in his mouth did a fine job of muzzling him. He managed to shuffle to the back wall of the cell, and propped himself up. If he could somehow loosen something, he might yet have a chance.

That’s when the booted footsteps came into view. The black officer who attacked him was walking slowly toward the cell door, a large set of keys jangling in her gloved fist. She stopped at the door, mouth curled into a twisted smile, sunglasses masking her expression.

“I thought you would sleep the day away, pig.”

Her accent was harsh, possibly west African. She menacingly clattered the keys across the cell bars, pacing like a lioness.

“My name is General Bola. African commander of the Valkyrie Squad.”

She spat on the floor near Bond as she said something in her native language.

“You are the famous James Bond. But I think you will find that reputations mean nothing here. Even your new girlfriend abandoned you at the hotel before we took you. I’m going to introduce you my good friend and partner shortly….luckily she gave you a nice dose to knock you for a long time, eh? Never mind, baby. You’re in good hands with us.”

Bola opened the cell door and launched a hard kick to Bond’s injured ribs. She then swung a boot to the small of his back and leaned down to spit in his face.

“You got lucky with those punches, white boy. I’m going to torture you so sweetly.”

As Bond rolled around in agony, he saw blood escape from the drool through his gagged mouth. Most certainly some internal bleeding as Bola continued to berate him in her own language. He was dimly aware of more heels clicking on the stone floor and it was the other attacker from the hotel.

She was wearing leather thigh boots, a green army jacket and leather cap. Her tight leather gloves gripped the bar of the cell door as she stood smiling at the sight. Bola nodded as the Asian Domina strutted in and gave her sadistic partner a long kiss, before she turned to address the prisoner.

“I’m Commander Cruela of the Dragon Chapter. I see the General has reacquainted herself with you. I can understand of course…..it’s not every day we get such esteemed guests. I wonder if you’ve ever been in such a situation before Mr. Bond.”

Bond could only moan feebly as another boot from the General found its mark. Cruela held her hand up to prevent further assault.

“You need to be kinder, Bola. Mr.Bond is precious cargo. We can’t risk serious injury to him. You remember the brief?”

Bola sneered again as she walked away from her victim. Cruela smiled again and reached down to the crotch of the leather body sack. She loosened the laces and opened the cocoon at Bond’s genitalia. She looked at Bola and nodded again. The ebony bitch reached into her pockets and dropped a chastity cage and butt plug on Bond’s torso. She then held her boot against Bond’s throat to keep him still.

Cruela started to gently fondle 007’s cock and balls. Despite the pain, he became erect as the gloved touch was slow and sensual.

“You see, Bola? Being nice has its reward. Mr. Bond is now going to be a little more cooperative. Although, I didn’t ask for your cock to stiffen did I?”

The Commander smacked the offending cock hard and gripped the testicles.

“How am I supposed to cage you with this on show? Do I have to take care of it first? Do I need to jerk you off to get rid of this erection?”

Bola ground her boot harder and Bond spluttered and thrashed as his windpipe was getting crushed. Cruela sighed and started to jerk Bond off as he gasped for air. She smiled and cooed as he began to cum again in no time at all…..as it was at the hotel, his surging ejaculation was left completely untouched. A ruined orgasm and a desperate need to feel more stimulation. Cruela wiped her soiled glove across the ball gag and snatched up the cage. She expertly locked it on as Bond’s hardness subsided. She then rolled him onto his front and released a flap exposing his anus. The butt plug was full and uncomfortable. Bond groaned in helpless pain as he was now plugged and locked.

“It’s time to move him, Cruela. We’re running late.”

The Commander got up and beckoned to someone outside of the secret agent’s periphery. Within moments, more female soldiers appeared, wheeling a large wooden crate that looked like a coffin. Bond was lifted and dumped unceremoniously into the box. The lid was lowered and he could hear the hammering of nails all around. Bola was laughing at the sight and she grabbed the Commander by her ass and pulled her close.

“Don’t tell me you enjoyed touching his cock, sugar. Those hands are just for me, aren’t they?”

Bola began to finger Cruela’s damp cunt and kissed her long and hard. Cruela smiled and retuned the favour to Bola, unzipping the General’s trousers.

“You’re not jealous are you? Perhaps you should show me what a real cock looks like. I see you brought your special toy box.”

Bola promised her lover plenty of fun a little later. But first, they needed to get their special cargo to the airfield.

Next stop, England.

My 22" corset from Morgana Femme Couture 🌹 This has been my daily waist training corset for over 2 years now, always under my outfits but never really in the spotlight. Honestly, it's the piece that holds everything together.

I’ve had this corset fully closed for over a year, and up until now I never thought about sizing down because this size feels so comfortable. Snatched enough to catch eyes but not too dramatic ✨ The lace-up video shows how it doesn’t really cinch me tightly anymore… these days it's more like armour, keeping my posture in check and giving me that extra little support.

Since my body is smaller now than it was 2 years ago, I’m finally ready to size down to a 20". I want to play with cinching again 👀 Definitely sticking with the same brand because this corset has been amazing (maybe I’ll go for black next!).

This one’s a conical rib style (my fave) because the length gives me more hip movement, which is why I could wear it 8–10 hours daily, and the silhouette it gives is brilliant 🍃 She’s a little tatty after all this time, but still going strong ❤️