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CHAPTER 11
An awkward silence ensued. I knew my despicable behavior towards Roberta was inexcusable. It was bad enough i had actually acquiesced to deliver Roberta's punishment. But to my great shame, my participation had not stopped with merely following the orders given me.
My original reluctance had turned into excitement, while my despair of whipping Roberta had reverted to joy. Try as i might, there was no way to deny i had thoroughly enjoyed thrashing her!
"Oh my wonderful sweet darling," Roberta whispered to me - as she placed her arms around me. "I know you must be feeling very confused now, but don't worry Mikah, you did the right thing! In fact you should be delighted you helped me with my penance. Because of you, I will be able to better serve Mistress."
Her attempted words of comfort only served to make me feel worse.
"But you don't understand," i tried to fight off the urge to cry. "I didn't hurt you because i was ordered to. I most certainly didn't hurt you to help you become a better slave. I hurt you solely for my own enjoyment and pleasure. I'm just a mean bitch!"
Suddenly the dam's burst open and i started to sob uncontrollably. Roberta held me in a close embrace, all the while stroking my hair softly.
"I forgive you, sweetheart. One day you will eventually appreciate that the only pleasure's and joy's worthwhile are those that come through serving Mistress well. All other pleasure's are superficial and are simply not worth having."
I didn't quite understand what Roberta meant; Still, i was most relieved that Roberta was not angry at me - despite the great agony i had inflicted on her breasts. I continued to just stand there and enjoy her warm consoling embrace, while slowly recomposing myself.
After a few minutes, Roberta broke the silence with a kiss on my forehead. "Come Mikah, we must get you dressed. Miss. Elaina will be here soon to escort you to Mistress."
I reluctantly dis-engaged from Roberta's hug. Taking me by the hand, she led me to the bed where some clothes had been neatly laid out. I was expecting Roberta to hand me `slave' clothes - slutty and clingy - which would leave my body openly exposed. So i was pleasantly surprised when she handed me a shining new white lace bra with a matching pair of panties. The panties fit snugly on my ass.
This was followed by a white flowing linen skirt which reached down to my ankles. The material was so fine and sheer, that every movement felt like a soft caress. My outfit was completed with a slinky soft white top, with a teasing hint of transparency to it. Roberta sat me down in front of a vanity table and brushed my hair until it shined. She told me to pucker my lips, and expertly applied some deep red lipstick. She brushed some make up on my cheeks and pronounced me ready. Leading me to a full size mirror on the wall, we took a look at the results.
A reflection of a young lady on the threshold of womanhood stared back at me. Dressed as i was all in white, i realized that i was indeed a vision of unbridled youth and innocence.
I wondered if Mistress would allow me the opportunity of enjoying this wondrous time in a woman's life??
"Roberta, what is Mistress like?" When no answer was forthcoming, i tried again.
"Is Mistress nice, or will she whip me terribly hard?"
I could hear fear and trepidation and even some resentment in my voice.
Roberta gently turned me around to face her. "Oh no, my sweet dear Mikah, please don't be frightened. Mistress is the warmest and most wonderful woman in the universe. Mistress's soul is filled with love and genuine compassion."
"You mean i won't be whipped then?" i asked hopefully.
"Yes Mikah, Mistress will most definitely whip you! And yes, the pain will often be incredibly severe! But I promise, you will soon come to appreciate every second Mistress spends with you. Even when Mistress summons you for a harsh 'correction' you still wouldn't want to trade places with anyone in the world."
"Since you obviously enjoy being whipped by Mistress so much, why don't we trade places?"
My sarcasm was swept aside by Roberta.
"I only wish I could. Mistress hasn't honored me with that privilege for over eight months. Believe me, I'm dying with jealousy."
"Do you really mean it?" i attacked her savagely. "Let's suppose tomorrow afternoon, Mistress gathers together all of her fawning slaves. After we're all assembled in the courtyard, our 'beloved Mistress' comes out to address us. Of course we all immediately prostrate to the ground so we can show her our utmost respect and love. A hush falls over us as Mistress starts to speak.
Does she tell us we may stand? Of course not! Instead, she begins: `My slaves and property.' Are you with me so far Roberta?" i demanded harshly.
Roberta smiled sadly at me, but remained silent. Switching to a mean and nasty voice, i continued.
`"Slaves, I need a very special volunteer! This very lucky individual will receive the wonderful privilege of being thrashed by me, personally, beyond the very point of unconsciousness! You may even die! But poor little me, I sooo desperately need to unwind for I've had such a long and tiring day lounging by the pool. Perhaps the pleasure of whipping someone will help relax me...
But since I'm so loving, caring and perfect, I'd rather not have to force anyone to help me. And so, would anyone be kind enough to volunteer?'
I looked meanly at Roberta and with bitterness seeping out i bluntly challenged her.
Now honestly, Roberta, do you really think any slave would freely volunteer?"
I felt sure my question would help show Roberta how totally ridiculous she was being.
Roberta remained silent for so long, that i assumed she was ignoring my `question'.
Finally, speaking in a very deliberate tone, she answered;
"I strongly disapprove your mocking Mistress. I know you are still young and naive, but I can not let it pass. Mistress will have to be notified of your insolence!"
My heart instantly jumped in panic. I glared at Roberta.
"Words have consequences Missy! Don't you look at me like I'm betraying you. Believe me, I think you are a lovely child and I have only your best interests in mind."
Roberta reached out and took my hand in hers as she continued. "Now, despite your insolence, I'll still answer your question to the best of my limited abilities. Do you enjoy music, Mikah?"
The sudden shift in topic threw me off. "Uh, i guess."
"Would you agree that music is a marvelously soothing form of art?"
I nodded warily.
"Never the less their are some people who fail to appreciate music and its wondrous qualities. Now just because some people lack this appreciation, does that make music any less wonderful?"
"Of course not. i replied. If a person fails to appreciate music, i would agree that they are just dumb!"
"Exactly dear, Roberta softly nodded her head. The same concept applies here. True, there might be some slaves lacking the sensitivity needed to appreciate how superior Mistress is. But this is a failure in the slave and does not diminish the fact that being a slave to Mistress is the most fulfilling achievement that we will ever have and it must be cherished. Some slaves are fortunate and have the natural gift of submitting themselves to Mistress’s will, while others need some additional guidance. The whip is a merely a useful tool that helps us find our submission."
"I guess i'm just not one of the lucky ones than." i felt silly giving such a dumb reply.
Roberta just ignored me. "To answer your original question dear, those of us who relish being a part of Mistress's life, would gladly offer our bodies and our very lives if it would please Mistress. Period! We find that our submission towards Mistress is the very essence of what makes our lives worthwhile and satisfying. The pain is insignificant when compared to the primary purpose of our lives. Fulfilling even the tiniest desire of Mistress, is reason enough to willingly sacrifice our bodies."
"So you would enjoy the whipping?" i asked curiously.
"Yes and no. Submission does not make the whipping any less painful. But the pain becomes secondary to the positive reassurance of our true places as complete slaves to Mistress. Can you understand this Mikah?" Roberta asked.
"Well Roberta, I could definitely understand that a person needs to find happiness in life. However, I really doubt if serving a Mistress constitutes as being 'happy'. What makes her better than me? Say we had won the war, should she be serving me instead?"
Roberta laughed. "I cant even fathom Mistress ever serving anybody! Mistress's superiority is overwhelming!"
"Roberta," i pressed on, "it's a fact that many cruel nations in history have won wars. Just because she is fortunate to be on the side that won, does not make her superior!!"
"I know you are smarter than me Mikah, so I wont debate you. I will just say this, do not scorn the power of 'fate'. Fate decided that Genesis will win and rule over us."
I thought about this for a few seconds. "Fate did not beat us! We lost because Genesis's war machine is brutal and well better armed than us. Not because Genesis or your Mistress is superior! If we possessed the weaponry that Genesis has, than we would have shoved your precious 'fate' into smithereens."
Roberta sighed. "Think whatever you want, but I'm confident that in six months time - you will admit that I was right."
As I thought about Roberta's reply, i couldn't decide which was worse: If she was right, than in six months time i would be completely brainwashed, yet - weirdly content. But if i didn’t capitulate to my new life, than i would have a miserable future of constant pain and humiliation.
Was retaining ownership of your mind and soul so vital, as to be worth perpetual pain? I wished i knew the answer.
My mind shifted back to my immediate future. I was confident that for tonight at least, i would be able to stay strong and not submit myself to Mistress. I was dearly praying i would not have to face Mistress alone. Having others with me would give me moral support, and also every time Mistress would be dealing with someone else - i would get a chance to regroup.
I hoped and prayed that Daliah and the two other male slaves who had been purchased with me would be with me at this 'initiation'. After all, Mistress owned hundred's of slaves and couldn't possibly have the time or inclination to view each and every one on an individual basis.
"Roberta?" I prompted.
"What sweetheart?"
"Who else is coming with me to see Mistress?" i asked nervously.
"Well, Miss Elaina is going to escort you."
"O.K., but isn't anyone else coming? I thought maybe Daliah, or the two other new, um, people that were brought with me, might also be there with me?"
Roberta looked thoughtful for a moment, but just as she was about to answer, Miss. Elaina marched through the door.
I forgot to assume the position of respect, but fortunately, i was looking at Roberta as she jumped into the proper position. I resentfully followed suit. I was hoping my hesitation and attitude had escaped Miss. Elaina's attention, but to my dismay, i was wrong.
"How dare you not show me respect the second i enter a room? What... do you think you're my equal? Well - do you slut?"
"No, Miss. Elaina." I lied angrily.
"I should punish you now, but we mustn't keep Mistress waiting. Oh', don't be disappointed, for when we get back I will give you a lesson you won't soon forget. Should I happen to forget, will you please be kind enough to remind me?"
Seething with hate, I was forced to reply,
"Yes, Miss. Elaina."
"You better, slave, if you know what's good for you! Roberta, stay here until we return. And you, you impudent little bitch, follow me. Don't you dare walk beside me like we're friends. At all times you are to walk three steps behind me. Now come!"
`Like you are worthy of being my friend,' but i managed to catch myself before actually uttering it out-loud.
With a last sorrowful look of plea to my dear friend Roberta, i turned and followed Miss. Elaina to my meeting of doom.
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