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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 flared in her eyes before she closed them. Taking a deep breath, she composed herself, forcing the wonderfully intense enjoyment to flee. Replacing 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 gladly of the water, not even noticing how much like a pair of bitches they looked.

force a cold water shower upon them? And how would the stinging water feel against

in the middle of room, spread her legs and defiantly lifted her face to the shower. After a few

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

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 placed 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

feet. She stood when ordered to and found it was not easy

asked quietly, “Angus, sir, will our arms always

Just until the Master feels like binding