Part I
Part II
Part III

Either Clara or I checked on Amanda every hour or occasionally every half hour that night, making sure she hadn't freed herself or done anything stupid. We eventually left the door unlocked and left her for the night at about midnight. She had been sleeping most of the time, so the rest of the night went without incident.

At five thirty the next morning, we took her back to her house. It was now Monday and we couldn't risk anyone realizing that something was wrong. She needed to maintain a normal life so that no one would interfere with our plans.

She awoke sharply at seven, bolting straight up when her alarm clock went off. She sighed when she saw that she was in her house, but all relief was stripped away when she realized that she was still naked and felt the pain of the wounds on her legs.

"Morning, love." I said calmly, putting my book down on the desk next to me. I rose from my chair as she stared at me tentatively. "You best start getting ready for work. Oh, and don't bother getting dressed. I have some instructions concerning your wardrobe."

"Look, when I go to work -" She started, her faced twisted in spiteful regret.

"Hush now." I cut her off. "You'll... what? Call the cops; go to a coworker?"

"I just might. Last night was..." She trailed off.

"Last night is the reason why you're not going to anyone. How are you going to explain to them why you didn't call the cops when you had the chance?"

"You honestly think that woman would have let me?" She sneered.

"We left you alone in a room with a phone for almost ten hours." I was nearly laughing now. When I saw that she wasn't replying, I continued. "You've already made you choice and there's no going back on that now. Get ready for work and get something to eat. I doubt today will be much fun for you."

I turned and left her by herself to get ready, heading downstairs to meet Clara.

Pulling the blankets off of herself, she swung her legs over the edge and tried to collect herself. She had committed to this, she realized, when she had let Clara collar her. It was still around her neck and she prayed to God that I wouldn't make her wear it to work.

She stood up and walked into the bathroom, observing her naked, aching body in the mirror on the door. Seeing that there were no other visible signs of the last two days besides the scratch marks, she proceeded to brush out her hair, brush and teeth, and go to the bathroom.

She took her time descending the stairs and walking into the kitchen, refusing to look my way in the living area. After having only a granola bar and a glass of orange juice, she reluctantly and cautiously entered the living area where we were seated.

Clara got up and walked over to her. "Kneel." She ordered. Considering it in her best interest to so, she obeyed and sank to her knees. "Good."

I walked over to her as well and placed a pile of cloths and a pair of six inch heels in front of her. "This is what you'll be wearing to work today. In addition, I expect you to put your hair up. Do so now; you may stand."

She slowly put the cloths on, appalled at how revealing they were. The skirt was a navy miniskirt that was the shortest skirt her office job's regulations would tolerate. In combination with the thong, the heels made her that much more vulnerable to observers as they made her ass stick out behind her. The shadow of her black lace bra was clearly visible underneath her white, low-cut blouse. I handed her a hair tie so she could put her hair up in a pony tail.

Her hands fell to her legs as she realized that the scratch marks were so perfectly exposed.

"The marks, Master..." She whimpered.

"What about them?" I asked, obviously mocking concern in my voice.

"People are going to see..." She was pleading with my now.

"Oh, yes. Tell them you have a new boyfriend and tell them it was completely consensual." I answered seriously. I added "like it wasn't" sarcastically.

"You've got to be-" She was silenced by a hard slap across the face from Clara.

"Respect, slave. If you don't cooperate, you will be punished later." Clara spoke harshly, irritated by Amanda's resistance.

"Yes, Mistress." She replied with her head down.

"Now, off with you. Don't be late." I instructed calmly.

* * *

She arrived at work promptly and entered with haste, hoping to avoid any lengthy conversations. If she could just get through the day without confrontation, she though, things might be just that much less humiliating.

Walking quickly through her office's lobby to the elevator, she was appalled when it stopped one floor up - 9 floors down from where she worked. The woman who got on was Michelle, one of the office's accountants.

"Good morning, Amanda." Michelle said as she eyed Amanda's wardrobe tentatively.

"Morning, Michelle." Amanda murmured, keeping her eyes down.

"New look?" Michelle stared straight forward and crossed her arms.

"It's warm today..." Amanda managed to get out, grateful that the woman soon exited the elevator on the fifth floor.

When the tenth floor came, Amanda rushed across the floor to her office. She would have ran if it weren't for the heels.

She was also grateful that the only man she shared the office with was her secretary. As her subordinate, he wasn't apt to asking very many personal questions.

The day went without incident until after lunch when Clara showed up at Amanda's office dressed in a two piece women's business suit. Amanda literally jumped when she saw her standing there, causing her assistant to look up curiously.

Checking his notes, the assistant looked up and asked warily "Who is this woman? You don't have any appointments this hour."

"I'm an associate. I just need a word with your supervisor." Clara smiled calmly and motioned for Amanda follow her. Reluctantly, she followed her across the floor and into the women's bathroom. Once they were inside, Clara closed the heavy door and turned to Amanda.

"Kneel." Clara ordered. Amanda obeyed, happy that they were out of public. When she did, Clara continued. "You will do so every time you are in my presence unless specifically given permission to do otherwise, understood?"

"Even if..." Amanda frowned.

"Even if you're at your grandmother's wake. I need to know that you will do what I say when and where I to tell you to do it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Now take off your cloths." Clara locked the door and walked back towards Amanda who was just staring at her blankly.

"Here?"

"Yes, here. And I will punish you - here - if you don't cooperate fully."

Amanda said no more and began to remove her cloths. She paused at her thong and bra, but then quickly took those off as well after seeing the irritated look on Clara's face.

"Lie on you stomach with your hands above your head." Clara ordered. After looking revolted at the bathroom floor, Amanda obeyed silently. Clara knelt beside her.

"Look at you," Clara laughed. "Lying naked on a bathroom floor for a woman you met less than 24 hours ago." She scratched a fingernail down the length of Amanda's spine. "You're such a little slut. Spread your legs wider for me, my little slut girl."

Amanda spread her legs farther and shivered as Clara a finger over her exposed cunt. Clara slid her finger up to Amanda's anus and pushed it in slowly.

"You're going to let me do this to you, you whore?" She slipped another finger in. "Well?"

"Yes, Mistress." Amanda was breathing heavily now as Clara moved her fingers in a crawling motion.

Clara removed her fingers quickly and stood up. "Get up and stand facing me against the wall."

Amanda did as she was told quickly, her juices shimmering on her legs. Clara went over to her and pulled out a pocket knife from her pocket. "I want to see you begging for mercy like a good little slut. Now, if something goes wrong, the safeword is 'red'. Do you understand what I mean by this?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Also understand that if you start to scream, I will gag you."

"Yes Mistress."

With that, Clara placed the knife on Amanda's stomach and ran it smoothly across her skin to her pelvic bone. She squealed intensely, but bit her lip to stop from screaming. Again, Clara ran the knife parallel to the first wound and brought it down to her thigh.

Three more strokes of the blade forced Amanda to her knees as the maroon blood dripped down her body.

"Please... stop...!"

"Try harder than that." Clara pushed Amanda against the wall and ran the knife across her shoulder.

"Please, Mistress...! Please, I'm begging you to stop. Please...!" Tears fell down Amanda's face as she was overwhelmed by the pain. Finally after not being able to take it any more, Amanda shut her eyes and fell into unconsciousness.