She was sitting in the corner of the room when I came in; trying desperately not to let me see her tight little cunt through the revealing cloths I had made her wear. With her tiny, low cut miniskirt barely covering her ass, and her breasts struggling to stay inside the short shirt, she was a vulnerable as could be. I walked over to her and she looked up at me, placing her hands over her crotch like a whore trying to hide a disease.

"Move your hands and spread your legs as wide as you can." I said calmly and without malice.

"I - I..." She hesitated and was cut off as I slapped her hard across the face.

"Rule one: you do what I say when I say it with no hesitation. Doing otherwise will get you punished. Now, spread you legs."

Reluctantly, she complied, exposing her pink pussy. As I ran my fingers over it slowly, she let out a whimper of humiliation and looked away.

"Come with me. We're going to the house of a friend who is... in need of assistance." I stood up and walked toward the doorway.

"L - Like this... I look like..."She stood up and looked down at herself.

"You look like the whore that you are." I mocked her. "Now, you either follow me willingly or I put you on a leash. It's your choice. Do you want to look like my willing whore, or my dog?"

"I'm both, ain't I?" She sneered sarcastically under her breath.

"That's one." I warned. "Get to three and you get whipped. You understand?"

"Yes Sir." She mumbled.

. . .

As we went, I made sure to plan the longest and most populated root I knew of. As we walked through the busy subway station, my little whore shrank inside herself as passers by stared at her. She had refused to willingly follow me dressed as she was, so I led her along on a leash like a disobedient animal. She glared desperately at two security officers that were stationed in the area, her eyes pleading with them, but they only laughed and made obscene hand gestures.

When we finally got on the subway car, she was disgusted to see that the train was as crowded as the station had been. She was the sole victim in a rain car of perverts.

I could see her desperately trying to pull her skirt back in place as the man next to her traced her vulnerable body up and down with his eyes.

"Masturbate." I told her sternly, the man next to us perked up just about as much as his member.

"What?!" She cried, but my standpoint was unchanging.

"I want you to pleasure that little cunt of yours for all these people to see." I was nowhere near conservative with the volume of my voice and my words were followed by the hollers and cheers of several fellow passengers.

"I can't do that!" She shrieked in utter fear, but I can't say that anyone around her - including my self - gave a shit.

"That's two."

"I..." was all she said before she slowly reached her hand down to her crotch. She hesitated only for a minute before running her fingers over her cunt.

"Are you waiting for an invitation?" I pushed her hand down on herself hard as it slipped in. "Don't make me hurt you here."

She slowly pleasured herself as the people around stared either lustfully or in disbelief. One man who seemed to know Amanda glared at me with contempt, but as his drive to do anything about it was non existent, he was no threat.

After she was finished, the train ride was long and uneventful, leaving her to dwell in her humiliation.

. . .

We got to the house after the trip that seemed to be about an hour. Her name was Clara and she was a friend of mine whose subbie John was away on a two week trip to a conference for work in California. Clara was impatient and not the kind to be quite about her needs.

I knocked twice on the door as Amanda, who had seemed to shrink at least two feet since we left my house an hour ago, stood silently with her head down and her hands over the wetness on her skirt.

Clara opened the door and looked at Amanda, who looked back up in shock. Amanda was a homophobic cunt who never wanted anything to do with homosexual relations and she wasn't about to be okay to be in that situation with a woman.

"Well, aren't you cute?" Clara laughed. She was a tall woman with a well build, curvy frame and long dark brown hair. She touched Amanda's cheek, who backed away instantly.

"What's she at?" Clara asked.

"Two." I answered.

"I would imagine. Nevertheless, we'll fix that." She grabbed Amanda's face, this time not letting her back away. "Regardless of whether or not you want this, you have no choice." Clara smiled and then slapped Amanda across the face hard enough so that it forced her to her hands and knees.

"Get back down." I ordered as Amanda stood up.

"No!" Her voice shook with contempt.

"I think that's three, Luke." Clara said sternly.

I closed the door behind me as I followed Clara, dragging Amanda along. We went downstairs to the basement where there was no chance of that little coward running away. Luckily for us, Clara lived in the middle of fucking nowhere where no one could here Amanda scream, which she was doing quite well at for such a small little person.

At the bottom of the stairs, Clara turned around and punched Amanda in the face as hard as she could. "Shut the hell up."

Amanda fell to the floor only long enough for me to grab her by her hair and force her to bend over a chair. Clara tied her arms to the armrests of the chair and took off her skirt.

"Please don't hurt me!" She cried, but with no avail.

"You were given clear warnings, but you disobeyed nevertheless. You have to understand that I can't have that." I stated solemnly.

Clara pulled out a chain from a drawer. She was never one for buying what she could make for free. Raising her arm high above her head, Clara brought the chain down hard on Amanda's bare ass, causing her to scream in pain. She continued to whip Amanda, each blow harder than the last.

"Please stop! Please..." She whimpered as tears ran down her face.

After whipping her around ten more times, Clara stopped and untied Amanda from the chair. She collapsed on the floor, shaking from the pain.

"Put on your cloths, go upstairs, and wait in the upstairs bedroom. You do nothing without my knowledge and approval, understand?" Clara instructed.

"Yes ma'am."

"Second, you call me Mistress and nothing else."

"Yes Mistress."

"Thirdly, you don't not by any means refer to yourself in the first person. You're not worthy of that. You understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. You'll be staying with me tonight."