Anticipation filled Helen's mind. Nancy was coming over tonight. They had met on a local BBS, and found some common interests in S&M/B&D, and they were both Bisexual. Nancy had said she wanted to play the submissive role, and being a Dominatrix, that suited Helen fine. They had not ever seen each other before, but Nancy's description sounded good to Helen, and Helen was interested in seeing how well she fit it.

Helen prepared herself carefully for the evening. She was wearing a black satin waspie with a shelf half-bra that held her 35C-cup breasts high on her five foot six inch frame. The shoulder straps were set wide apart, and the whole thing was trimmed in black lace from the fringe around the top of the bra, to the tiny skirt-like affair at the bottom. The waspie ended just below her waist, but had long garters that hung down to hold up a pair of dark, seamed stockings. Under the garters Helen wore a pair of lacy, crotchless panties. Black, patent leather pumps with four inch spike heels were on her feet. Helen liked the way she looked in black. It set off her dark-brown, almost shoulder length hair, and dark-brown eyes well.

Her dress was black too with a scooped neckline and back that dipped to just above the top of the waspie. The skirt was long, but had a slit on the left side that came to the top of her thigh. In her hands rested a black riding crop.

Helen waited in her living room for Nancy to arrive for their first meeting. As promised, the doorbell rang just at eight o'clock. Helen went to the door, and opened it. The sight that greeted her at the door was a pleasant one. Many times the descriptions that are left on a BBS do not completely fit the owner of them, but if her's could be said to have done that, it erred only in not telling enough. Nancy was a full five feet eight inches tall with blue eyes, and long, honey blone hair. Helen judged her figure to be about 36B-26-36. She would do well as her submissive for the evening, and possibly beyond.

Nancy stared at the figure the stood in the doorway before her. She was a little nervous since this was new to her. She had never been dominated before, and was a little scared, but excited too. She was wearing a long slim white dress with lacy pink panties underneath. Her neckline was cut deep into a large V, practically revealing her nice size breasts. Nancy was a little nervous as Nancy stared at the crop that she was holding.

They had agreed that there would be no formalities of introduction to- night, and that the relationship would be one of dominant and submissive right from the start. "Good evening," Helen said, adding in the tone of a dominant's order, "Come inside, and go into the living room." Nancy said nothing, and Helen followed her into the room, noting with some interest the way her hips swayed as she walked.

"Stand in the center of the room," Helen ordered, and Nancy obeyed. Helen walked all around her, examining every line of her dress and body as she did. She was what Helen had hoped she would be. Upon completing one turn all around her, Helen went to sit in a big reclining chair.

"You please me," Helen said, "so far. We will see if you continue to do so as we move on. You have agreed to submit to my will in every way, save the limits you have set. I will not go beyond those limits in actual fact, but I may threaten to do so. You may be assured that all will be only as we have agreed no matter what is said. Do you understand?" Nancy's head nodded in agreement.

"Good!," Helen said. "Then we can proceed. From this moment on you will NOT speak unless spoken to in a manner that requires you to answer. Your answers will be short, and directly to the point. If I ask you to describe something for me, you will do so in full detail. Do you understand?" Nancy's head nodded in agreement.

"Your training has now begun," Helen said. "Strip for me! Take every stitch of clothing you have on off. I want you completely nude for the next part of your training." Helen settled back in the chair to watch as her new submissive removed her clothing. She would enjoy this part to its fullest.

Nancy stripped off all her clothes for her Mistress, and stood there totally naked while Helen stared at her from the chair. "How's this, Mistress?," Nancy said, and then remembered that she was not supposed to talk! She stood there nervously, hoping Mistress Helen would not beat her for talking without being asked to first.

Helen looked hard at her new submissive who had the impertinence to speak without being asked to. "Your body pleases me," Helen said, "but your mouth does NOT! I may overlook this transgression, but then again I may NOT! You must be taught to obey the commands of your Mistress in every way. You WILL NOT speak again unless asked to! Is that clear?!"

Helen stood, and walked over to her new, and now nude submissive. Her eyes trailed over Nancy's body, and she enjoyed what she saw. "You please me," Helen said. "You will now follow me to the place where your training will begin." Helen took the lead, and opened a door in the hallway between the living room and the kitchen. There was a flight of stairs leading down, and Helen indicated with her riding crop that Nancy was to precede her down to the lower level.

Nancy did so with some trepidation, and when she reached the bottom, Helen saw her wince a little as her bare feet fell on the cool concrete of the floor. The basement was done up somewhat like a Dungeon, with ropes and chains and pulleys hanging from various spots on the beams. "Walk to the center of the room!," Helen ordered, and Nancy did so.

Taking a short length of rope from a table, Helen walked to Nancy, and stood in front of her. "Put your hands out, wrists together!," Helen ordered, and she bound Nancy's hands tightly in front of her. "That will keep your hands out of mischief until I want them to be. Now we have to do something about that mouth of yours."

Taking a scarf from that same table, Helen walked behind her submissive, and flipped it over her head, pulling it into a cord across her mouth. The silk dug into the corners of Nancy's mouth, and Helen tied it tight behind her head. Then taking a length of broom handle from a corner, Helen inserted it through Nancy's elbows, behind her back, pulling her hands tight against her stomach, and preventing any movement of her arms.

"There!," Helen said. "That should hold you for a little while. You may walk around, and get to know your surroundings while I watch, and see what interests you most." Helen stood back to watch what her new submissive would do.

Helen just watched Nancy walk around, and gets to know the place of her training. She seemed to wander aimlessly, and not settle on any one thing that might catch her eye. "Well?," Helen said in a strident voice. "Do you like the place I have prepared for you? Is there any- thing here that you would like to know more about? You may not speak in answer, for your mouth is still gagged, but you may point to things."

Seeing that Nancy was still very new to all of this, Helen walked to her to see if there was anything she liked. On the way Helen picked up another length of broom handle. It had a small eyebolt at each end, and was about three feet long. Helen watched to see what her eyes would light upon, and after noting it, Helen approached.

"Stand over there!," Helen ordered, indicating that Nancy should stand in the center of the room, beneath a pulley, hanging from a beam above. When she did so, Helen took hold of a rope that was threaded through the pulley, and lowered a hook behind her. The hook was soon secured to the stick that was holding Nancy's elbows behind her back, but hung loose for the moment. Then Helen crouched behind her, and attached one of the eyebolts of the spreader bar to her left ankle with a short length of rope. "Spread your legs!," Helen ordered, and tied the other end of the spreader bar to her right ankle. Nancy's legs were now spread wide apart.

Helen returned to the rope through the pulley, and pulled it tight, so Nancy had something to balance on in the somewhat difficult position she was in. Then Helen winched it up just a bit more, so that Nancy was standing almost on her toes. "That's better," Helen said. "Now I can see just what sort of a slavegirl I have here."

Helen's hands went to Nancy's breasts, and kneaded them to see how firm or soft they were. They felt nice in her hands, but Helen trailed her fingers down Nancy's body a little further until one finger probed the submissive's pussy. Helen inserted it inside, and felt the wetness that was growing there.

"This will require some further attention," Helen said. She stepped away, and removed her own dress. Under it, Helen had on a black leather waspie with a half bra that held her breasts high, and allowed her nipples to show over the top. The waspie had long, leather garters that supported her stockings. Under the garters were a pair of black lace, crotchless panties. "That's better," Helen said. "Now we can get down to business."

"Oh, Mistress!," Nancy thought to herself since she could not speak. "Your finger feels so good inside my wet pussy!" She squirmed as her Mistress fingered her. Helen stood back, and watched Nancy with de- light. Nancy could not move. She was totally helpless, and await her Mistress' next move.

After a few minutes Helen took her finger from her new submissive's pussy, and brought it to her mouth to taste the sweetness of her juices. Helen let it linger there for a little while before she said, "You please me even more. Have you learned your lesson about talking only when you are spoken too? We will see." Helen walked behind Nan- cy, and undid the gag from her mouth. "There," Helen said. "Now you are able to speak if I wish you to. Be careful not to unless I ask you something. Do you understand?!"

While Helen waited for Nancy answer, she walked over to the winch that held the other end of the rope that suspended her. A few more turns on the handle, and Nancy was only able to touch the floor with the tips of her toes. "That's better," Helen said. "Now let's see just how much of this you can stand!"

Helen picked up some things from the table nearby, and stood in front of her. They had agreed on the telephone that there would be NO LIMITS to what Helen might do, but had also set up a code word that Nancy might use if things got too much for her. Helen was a stern Mistress, but she knew well that slaves had rights that needed to be respected as well. She would push Nancy to the limit, but would also respect those rights.

Nancy was not in a position to protest much that Helen did other than verbally. In Helen's hand were a couple of simple, plastic, clamp clothespins. Helen reached up, and clipped one onto each of Nancy's nipples. Helen saw Nancy's body stiffen as the pain on each of her nipples flashed through her. "Speak to me, slave!," Helen said. "Do you like what your Mistress is doing with you?"

"Yes, Mistress!," Nancy said through teeth gritted against the pain in her nipples. The bar through her elbows added some further discomfort in her arms, but that only heightened the excitement she was feeling. She had imagined herself being dominated this way many times, and so far it was all that she had hoped it would be. He pussy was wet, and growing wetter by the second. She wished that Helen would put her fingers back in there, but knew that she was only a toy for her Mistress' pleasure tonight. She could only take what Mistress Helen would give, and let the waves of sexual energy wash over her.

"That is good, slave," Helen said looking up at Nancy writhing in her bonds. "What are you to me?"

Nancy thought for a second. She knew she had to give the right answer or be punished, but the punishment might feel so very good. "I'm... Nancy," she answered hesitantly.

The riding crop in Helen's hand struck Nancy's bottom hard, leaving a red mark that would rise into a small welt. "Wrong!," Helen said stridently. "What are you to me?!"

Nancy winced at the bite of the crop. She knew the answer now. "I am... your... SLAVE, Mistress!," she said, feeling the pain in her but- tocks.

"That's right, slave!," Mistress Helen said. "And what can I do to you as my slave?," she asked.

Nancy did not hesitate with her answer this time. "My Mistress can do ANYTHING she wants with my body," she said.

Helen slid the riding crop across Nancy's rump, tracing the line of the welt, caressing it. "Do not ever forget that, slave," she said. "And what will my slave do for me?," she asked.

"I will do ANYTHING you wish, Mistress," Nancy answered, taking what pleasure she could from the caress of the riding crop on her ass.

"Do not ever forget that either, slave," Helen said. She walked around Nancy, looking over her body in detail. "This is how your training begins," she said. "You please me, but you must first learn that I can and WILL do anything I wish with you. Are you ready to begin, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," Nancy murmured, anticipating what might lay ahead.

Again Mistress Helen's riding crop cracked across her ass. "Louder, slave!," Helen ordered.

"YES, MISTRESS!," Nancy cried out, the cry giving vent to the pain that shot through her from the force of the blow.

"That's better," Helen said, returning to her examination. "You may only speak when spoken to, slave, but when you do, I wish to hear it! Now, let us begin."

Helen stepped to the winch that held the rope, suspending Nancy on the tips of her toes. She gave the handle a few more turns, lifting Nancy completely off her feet, and about six inches into the air. The coils of the rope began to twist, and Nancy slowly rotated. She could see the whole basement dungeon pass before her, and noted the instruments of torture that lay about. Then Nancy felt a hand grip her left ankle, and she stopped, facing the same way as she had when the turning started.

Helen tied another short length of rope to the eyebolt at Nancy's ankle, and secured it to the pillar that held the winch. Another short length of rope tied her right ankle to another pillar on the opposite side. "That will keep you from spinning, slave," Mistress Helen said. "We must prepare you for what the rest of your training."

Nancy watched as Helen went to the table, and returned with a basin of water, and some other paraphernalia. Helen picked up a can of shaving cream, and rubbed some on Nancy's pussy. Then she produced a razor. "Slaves are not permitted pussy hair here, slave," Helen said. "I am going to shave you clean. I would suggest that you do not move. I would not want this razor to slip while I am at it."

Nancy stiffened, and prayed that Helen had secured her enough so that she would not move. The shaving cream felt cold on her pussy, but did not quench the sexual fire that was there. The strokes of the razor only added to that, but she cowered as best she could in her bonds whenever it came close to a sensitive spot. Mistress Helen, however, seemed to know what she was doing, and in a few minutes, Nancy felt her pussy being rinsed, and toweled off. It felt sort of strange not to have hair down there. Nancy wished that her hands were free so she could touch herself, and see what it felt like to have a bald pussy.

"There," Helen said, putting away the shaving gear. "Now you are presentable, slave. Let me see what was hiding behind all that hair." The riding crop rose again, but this time it gently touched Nancy's newly shaven pussy. It slid along the outer lips, and parted them, slipping easily into the well lubricated opening. The crop did not enter her vagina, but touched the opening, sliding back and forth through the grove of her cunt lips. Nancy squirmed in her helplessness at the new feelings she got without any hair in the way to dull them. The crop felt like a long, thin cock, teasing her there. She wanted it to go on, hoping she could cum, and release some of what had built up inside of her, but that was not to be.

Just at the brink of an orgasm, Helen pulled the crop quickly from Nancy's slit. "No, slave," Helen said. "Not for you yet. Mistress must always have HER pleasure first. That is another lesson you must learn. You may never cum at any time until after I have. You may never touch yourself without my permission at ANY time, no matter what the problem is. Hmmm... You seem to be getting used to the clamps on your nipples. We will have to do something about that."

Mistress Helen reached up, and hooked a one ounce fishing weight to the clamp clothespin on Nancy's left nipple, and let it drop suddenly. More pain flowed through the slave as the nipple stretched under the weight. A second weight dropped on her right nipple, and more pain flowed. "That's better," Helen said. "I want you to have all the feelings you can this time. Maybe this will help too."

Nancy felt something touch one of the outer lips of her pussy again, but this time it caused a sharp pain to shoot from it. A second later the lip on the other side also felt a similar pain. She tried to look down, but could not see what had happened. "Just a couple more clothespins and weights, slave. That's all. You'll soon get used to it, but there is one more thing too."

Mistress Helen walked behind Nancy, and tied another rope to the center of the spreader bar between her slave's legs. There was just enough slack in the ropes holding Nancy's suspended ankles to the pillars to let Helen pull them back with the new rope to put the girl in the position of being tilted forward slightly with her backside sticking up. Helen tied the rope to a hook on the wall, and returned to Nancy's view.

Nancy watched as Mistress Helen picked up a candle from the table, and lit it. Helen held it below Nancy's tilted tummy, and Nancy could feel the heat rising from the flame. She was almost ready to use the code word when Helen said, "I shall not burn you, slave. I do not brand my slaves. They know who they are without that sort of mark. You will see what this is for in a moment."

Mistress Helen again walked behind her slave, and moved a stepstool over to her, stepping up on it. A second later Nancy felt a sharp, burning pain hit the small of her back just at the top of the crack of her behind. The pain seemed to flow down into the crack, and other drops added to it. "Oh!," Nancy cried out, forgetting that she was not supposed to speak as she realized that Mistress Helen was dripping the hot wax from the candle on her ass. Instantly the riding crop smacked over her buttocks. "Quiet, slave!," came Mistress Helen's order. Instantly Nancy's whimpering stopped, but the dripping of the wax did not.

Then Nancy felt something being forced between the cheeks of her bottom at the top of the crack. "Hold it there, slave," Mistress Helen order- ed. "That's the base of the candle. I would not want you to drop it, and burn yourself."

Mistress Helen got down from the stepstool, and walked around in front of her slave again. She sat in a big easy chair there, and just looked at the scene she had created. Nancy's hands were tied in front, and she hung, suspended by a bar across her back, threaded through her el- bows, from a rope in a pulley above her head. Her legs were held apart by a spreader bar with her ankles secured to pillars on either said, and the spreader bar tied to the wall behind, pulling her to a slight forward tilt. Clamp clothespins, each with a one ounce weight attached gripped the slave's nipples and pussy lips, sending shocks of pain through her with even the slightest movement. A burning candle stuck up from her behind, its hot wax dripping down the crack to her asshole.

"Yes," Mistress Helen mused aloud, "now you know some of what I can do to you. Do you like being my slave, slave?"

Nancy's pain and discomfort were becoming intense. The agony at her nipples and pussy was bad enough, but the hot wax was now touching the sensitive opening of her asshole, sending more waves of torment through her. She did not dare move in fear the candle would fall, and burn her. She gritted her teeth, and said, "Yes, MISTRESS!"

"Good," Mistress Helen said evenly, toying with the riding crop. "Now let us see how well you can serve me."

Mistress Helen rose from her chair, and walked behind her suspended slave. She reached up, and pulled the candle from Nancy's ass. Nancy was grateful not to have the hot wax dripping down her bottom, but the encrustation it left was still hot and uncomfortable. She wondered when Mistress Helen would allow he to remove it.

Nancy did not have much time to think about that, for just then a sharp pain shocked through her right nipple followed by another in her left. Mistress Helen had taken hold of the weights on the clamp clothespins that held her nipples in their vise-like grip, and yanked them off. She held back a cry of agony, and braced herself as Mistress Helen did the same to the clips on her pussy lips. The pain there was almost orgasmic to the girl, and she savored it, taking what pleasure she could at the rough attention her soft pussy had just gotten. "That's just so you don't forget the pain I can give you if you displease me, slave!," Mistress Helen said, tossing the weights and clips onto the table.

Then Nancy began to rotate again on the rope that suspended her. Mistress Helen had released the side ropes, and was now untying her ankles from the spreader bar. The bar fell away, and she reveled in the plea- sure of merely being able to put her legs back together again. They hung limply below her while she turned round and round, catching little glimpses of Mistress Helen arranging things in the basement dungeon. She watched as Mistress Helen returned to her bearing a short length of rope with a loop at either end.

"This is called a Hobble, slave," Mistress Helen said, holding the rope up for Nancy to see. "You will start to memorize the names of these things so you can bring them to me when I order you to. You will wear it at all times here, unless I take it off, or give you permission to do so. Do you understand, slave?"

The pain in Nancy's arms was becoming the center of her attention. She had been hanging there for almost half an hour, and the bar through her elbows was cutting deeply, if bluntly, into her flesh. Softly, and through an exhausted sigh, she replied, "Yes, Mistress." The crack of Mistress Helen's riding crop across her ass shocked her back to reality. "YES, MISTRESS!," she cried out, remembering that she was always to speak loud enough to be heard.

"That's better, slave," Mistress Helen said. "You will learn. You WILL learn!" Mistress Helen bent below her slave, and attached the Hobble to Nancy's ankles. The loops around the ankles were tight, but the rope between them hung limply below. Mistress Helen went over to the winch, and released it, slowly lowering Nancy to the floor again.

The cold of the hard concrete floor was almost welcome as Nancy's feet touched it again. The release of the pressure of the suspension from her arms was a pleasure. Her legs were too weak to support her at first, and she sank to the floor in a small heap. Mistress Helen re- moved the suspension rope from the bar in Nancy's elbows, and went back to the big chair. She sat there for a moment, admiring her slave, let- ting the girl recover, but only for a moment.

"Stand up, slave!," Mistress Helen ordered. "You know what I can do to you. Now it's time to see how well you serve me!"

With great difficulty Nancy regained her feet. Her legs were wobbly, but somehow she managed to stand. "Come over here, slave!," Mistress Helen ordered, and Nancy took a step. She almost stumbled, for the Hobble would not let her move more than about a half-step each time. Her legs felt all but useless, but somehow she managed to cross the room, and stand before her Mistress.

Mistress Helen looked her slave over again. What she saw pleased her. The naked girl stood before her in obvious discomfort, and some pain, but she was no less beautiful. "On your knees, slave!," she ordered, and Nancy got down on her knees before her. "What are you to me, slave?," Mistress Helen asked.

"I am your slave, Mistress," Nancy answered.

"And what will you do for me, slave?," Mistress Helen asked.

"I will do ANYTHING you wish me to, Mistress," Nancy answered.

"Good," Mistress Helen replied. "You are learning well, and have pleased me so far. Now it is time for you to give me pleasure, slave!" Mistress Helen settled back into the chair, and spread her legs. The slit in her crotchless panties opened, and Nancy could see the lips of her Mistress' shaved pussy through it. "Lick me, slave!," Mistress Helen ordered. "Give your Mistress the pleasure she deserves. It is your final token of subjugation. After you do this, you will be my slave forever! Lick, slave!"

Nancy bent forward, and placed her head into Mistress Helen's crotch. The musky smell of the woman's pussy filled her nostrils, but it was pleasant to her. She loved the aroma and taste of another woman's pus- sy, and drank in all she could. Her tongue flicked out, and touched the swollen lips of her Mistress' pussy.

Mistress Helen instantly stiffened in her chair. Thrills shot through every nerve of her body. She had been wet all through her torturing of her new slave, but had denied herself any release, waiting for this moment. She knew the feel of another woman's tongue in her pussy well, but preceded as this was by the torture session, it was even more pleasurable. She knew that she could control this girl now, and that added to the ecstasy she was feeling at the end of Nancy's tongue. "Oh, yes, slave!," she said. "Lick it! Lick me for all that you are worth. Show your Mistress how much you appreciate what she has done to you. Show me how much you want to be my slave. Lick, slave. LICK!"

Nancy did not have to be told. She wanted to show Mistress Helen how much she wanted to be her slave. She wanted to thank her for letting her come here, and be trained. She wanted to me Mistress Helen's slavegirl very much. She knew she needed the training, and all the pain that would bring. She needed to be controlled by someone like Mistress Helen. She needed to know that she was wanted by someone like Mistress Helen. Tonight was all she had ever hoped for. The pain in her elbows from the bar, in her ass from the hot wax, and in her knees from the hard concrete floor did not matter, and were put out of her mind. All she could think of was pleasing her Mistress with her ton- gue, and she would do that as well as she could for as long as her Mis- tress would allow.

Nancy buried her tongue into Mistress Helen's pussy as deeply as she could. She swirled it around, tasting all the juices it held for her, and lapping them into her mouth to swallow. She licked across, and up and down, stopping for long moments to tickle Mistress Helen's clit, hoping she was sending sparks of pleasure into her. She wanted to try a small and gentle love bite on it, but Mistress Helen had ordered her only to lick, and she did not want to displease her Mistress at this most crucial time. She licked for all she was worth, trying to show her new Mistress just how good a slave she was.

Mistress Helen lay back in the chair, and let all the feelings flood over her. Shocks of sheer pleasure were coursing up and down her spine, starting from her clit, and running up to her head. Her fingers reached into her half-bra, and played with her own nipples, adding to the delight she was getting from her slave licking at her pussy. Wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her, growing larger and larger as each one came. She was cumming! She was cumming hard, and could al- most feel the juices flowing from her pussy over Nancy's tongue. Her new slave was pleasing her in just the way she had hoped for when she had asked her to come to her. She would keep this slave for as long as she could.

At last, Mistress Helen cried out, "Oh! I'm cumming! I'm CUMMING!!," and gripped Nancy's head with her thighs. Nancy could not breathe for a moment, but did not let up her licking as her Mistress flew over the brink of her last and biggest orgasm. When Mistress Helen's legs re- laxed, the slave felt hands lifting her head from the woman's crotch, but she managed to flick out her tongue for one last taste before par- ting with the pussy she had been licking so eagerly.

Mistress Helen lay back in the chair panting for a moment. "You have pleased me, slave," she said at last. "Stand up, go to the center of the room, and wait for me there." Mistress Helen took a minute to catch her breath. Her new slave had pleased her very much.

Mistress Helen rose from the chair, and walked over to the table. She picked up what looked like another Hobble, but longer than the first one, and walked over to where Nancy stood. "This is a wrist Hobble," she said to her slave who was standing in the center of the room, nude, with pussy juice dripping from her chin. "I think you have come far enough along for us to use it now, slave. It is a privilege, but re- member that I can put you back in the elbow restraint at any time I wish. Do not displease me, or I will!"

The loops slipped over Nancy's wrists, and bit into her flesh when Mis- tress Helen tightened them. It hurt, but that feeling was replaced by the sheer joy of feeling the bar being slid out of her elbows, letting them relax at last. Nancy watched as Mistress Helen untied the bonds that had held her hands together through her torture. The wrist Hobble was just long enough to let her arms fall to her sides, and they did this involuntarily when Mistress Helen released them.

"Come, slave!," Mistress Helen ordered, and she led the way across the basement dungeon toward the stairs. "You will always walk a pace be- hind me, and to the left, slave," Mistress Helen said as she ascended the stairs to the rest of the house, "but always close enough that I may reach back, and touch you. You will always remain in my presence unless I dismiss you to do something for me. Bring my dress, but be careful not to wrinkle it. You are responsible for its care now. Treat all my things as you would treat me. Do you understand, slave?!"

"Yes, Mistress," Nancy said, collecting the dress. She lay the garment carefully over her arms, and followed Mistress Helen up the stairs. The Hobble at her ankles was just long enough to allow her to make the steps. She was happy to have the responsibility for her Mistress' things this way. That was one of the things a good slave did, and she would please her Mistress even in the smallest of things.

Mistress Helen went into the living room, and sat at one end of the sofa. "Take my dress to the bedroom down the hall, slave," she order- ed. "Hang it on the hanger covered in black leather, and be careful not to mess things up in there. You are responsible for that room now. You will keep it clean at all times. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," Nancy answered, waiting to be dismissed.

"On your way back, slave," Mistress Helen said, "go to the bathroom, and clean yourself up. I will not have a messy slave in my house. If you wish to stay here, you must keep yourself neat at all times. Then you will stop in the kitchen, and make us some tea. I will take the blue china cup on the counter. The mug next to it is for you. You will serve my tea on the silver tray. Your mug must never touch that tray. Bring it here, and sit at my feet. I wish to watch television before we retire for the night. You will sleep at the foot of my bed unless I require you to join me. You are staying the night, aren't you, slave?"

"YES, MISTRESS!," Nancy answered eagerly.

"Good," Mistress Helen said. "You are dismissed, slave. Go about your business, but be quick about it. You would not wish to displease your Mistress, would you, slave?!"

"No, Mistress," Nancy answered, adding a, "Yes, Mistress," with a curtsey as she turned to leave. She wanted very much to stay the night. She wanted to stay for many nights to come. She had found the Mistress she was looking for, and would do anything she could to please and serve her. She wanted to be allowed to live here, and serve her Mistress both night and day. That might not happen yet, but she would work for it. There was nothing else in the world she wanted more than that.

Nancy did all that Mistress Helen had ordered her to. She marveled at the dresses that Mistress Helen had in her closet as she hung up the black one that was her charge. There were a number of business suits and dresses, but there were more of a type that she could only describe as sexual in nature. Most were black or had black as their base color, but some were red and dark blue as well. A few were made of leather, but all would show the wearer off at her best with no mistake about the charms of the woman who wore them.

The short stop that Nancy made in the bathroom was a pleasure. The cool water felt good on her tortured nipples and pussy lips, and she managed to get at least most of the wax out of her bottom. She made sure to wipe all the surfaces clean after she used them, and left the room exactly as she had found it.

In the kitchen, Nancy found that all the makings for tea had been laid out on the counter for her. Obviously Mistress Helen had planned the tea ceremony as part of her training, and a little note on the silver tray echoed the instructions Mistress Helen had given her about what cups to use, adding, "Milk and one lump in mine," to those. She made the tea quickly, and returned to Mistress Helen, holding the silver tray in one hand, and her mug in another.

"Set the tray here on the table, slave," Mistress Helen said when Nancy returned to the living room. "You will take yours on the floor at my feet. I have been thinking, slave. You please me, and my last slave is gone. I would like you to live here as my slave for a while. This will not be your house, but you will live here as only my slave. You will take care of the house, and sleep at the foot of my bed. You will serve at the parties I give for my girlfriends, and if you are very good, I may even share you with them of an evening. Will you do that, slave?"

"YES, MISTRESS!," Nancy said happily. "I will do all that you ask, and serve you and your girlfriends as you wish. I will do ALL that you ask for as long as you wish me to." Her heart was pounding. This was all more than she had hoped for.

"Good," said Mistress Helen. "You will move your things here tomorrow while I am at work. There is a small room next to mine with a connecting door. That will be your room, but you will always sleep at the foot of my bed unless I order you elsewhere. Do those arrangements please you, slave?"

"YES, MISTRESS!," Nancy answered. She settled down on the floor by the sofa, and Mistress Helen placed her feet on her new live-in slave's thigh to use as a footstool. Nancy was very pleased with the arrangements indeed.