Chapter 23: Saved
Chapter 23: Saved
Angus stood there, arms crossed on his chest, a fierce scowl on his face.
Susan, breathing heavily, turned to face her husband. Anger red in her eyes before she closed them.
Taking a deep breath, sheposed herself, forcing the wonderfully intense enjoyment to flee.
Recing it, the woman with the whip in her hand became submissive. She lowered the whip, opened
her eyes but kept them turned down, away from Angus, and said a quiet, “Yes, sir.”
Angus firmly took her by the arm and led her from the room, leaving behind him two weeping women.
Eventually he came back. He removed the straps from the two women, allowed them to stand and
stretch the stiffness out of the muscles. He said nothing about his wife’s actions and they dared not
bring up the subject themselves. Instead, they meekly walked as he directed to the room where the
showers were. On the floor were four bowls, two filled with food and two with water. Angus pushed
each woman into the room but said nothing. This was obviously their dinner and both were hungry,
having eaten nothing since that morning. Darlene immediately went over and knelt down, grimacing as
the movement stretched the whipped skin and produced fresh pain. Melinda followed. Both of them ate
quickly, the lesson of limited eating time having been learned that morning. They drank dly of the
water, not even noticing how much like a pair of bitches they looked.
When the meal was finished, they both looked up to Angus. Would he now turn on the showers? Would
he force a cold water shower upon them? And how would the stinging water feel against their abused
flesh when it turned hot?
They found out. He backed out of the room, closed the door, and a secondter the cold water was
lancing down upon them. Darlene retreated to one corner where she tried to squat down to avoid the
strongest of the water sprays. Melinda stood in the middle of room, spread her legs and defiantly lifted
her face to the shower. After a few minutes the water turned warm then hot, and Darlene joined her in
letting the water sooth their bodies. There was a sting where the streams hit the sore skin, and when it
turned hot it reminded them of how burning those whip strokes had been when first delivered.
The water stopped. For a while they looked to the door, expecting to see Angus, and perhaps Susan,
come in with towels to dry them off. It did not happen. Instead there was a small rumble and then
whoosh, and air was moving over them. The air quickly became warm and stayed that way. Instead of
a toweling, they were being blown dry by airing in through one of the ceiling vents and exiting
through another.
This went on for several minutes, enough to dry their bodies and almost dry their long hair before it
ceased. Then the door opened and Angus came in to usher them out and to another room. This one
was adjacent to the bench room and appeared to be a dressing room. There were dressers and arge
closet with sliding doors and boxes stacked around the walls. Angus looked at the two of them, and
then went to the closet to select a pair of high heel shoes. He had them sit on a chair as he fitted each
with a pair of specially made high heels. First off, they were very thin, very tall heels of the kind called
stilettos. They were open-toed and had an extension on the back of the shoes that went all the way up
to the ankles. There, a thin strap was fastened around the ankle and locked with a tiny gold colored
lock. As soon as Darlene’s were on, he bid her stand and walk to the corner while he ced a pair on
Melinda. Darlene did so, but found that walking on heels that were at least five inches tall was like
walking on your toes. Her steps were unsteady as she tried to adjust to them, but she did not fall down.
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Melinda frowned but said nothing as the shoes were ced upon her feet. She stood when ordered to
and found it was not easy to bnce.
As she was taking her first couple steps, Darlene asked quietly, “Angus, sir, will our arms always be
taped like this?”
“You’ll not be taped forever, dear. Just until the Master feels like binding your arms some other way.”
“Oh…” was all she could reply. Everything in that ce seemed to run ording to the wishes of the
Master.
“Come on now. You are to await the Master’s pleasure.”
Melinda did not like the sound of that. Her Master’s pleasure might well be either sex forced upon her
or a new form of torture. So far he had shown only an interest in whipping them. Hell, maybe he was
gay! thought Melinda. Maybe girls were not his cup of tea. That bastard!
They were ordered along the corridor and then up a flight of stairs. Angus allowed them to proceed at
their own rate, each step being taken carefully, especially on the stairs. Without hands, it would be very
easy to lose bnce and fall.
Upstairs, they were led to the room where they had been taken before. There was a fire burning nicely
in the hearth. A couple lights were on and the room seemed warm and cheerful, at leastpared to
their downstairs amodations. They were pushed along until they were standing before the fire.
The heat of it wasforting against their bare skin. Except where Melinda’s breasts bore swollen
ridges of flesh from the whipping. They hurt.