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Chapter Five: Dinner for Two.
Elise sat at the clear glass-topped dining room table. Layla sat opposite, dressed in long black evening gown, her dark hair pulled up in a knot at the back of her head and her neck adorned in a lovely diamond and pearl necklace. Elise would also have looked rather formally dressed, in the flowing red dress she had been given to wear, if it hadn't been for the collar secured around here neck. For several minutes the two remained silent. Then Layla spoke, "Good girl, I see you are a fast learner, or, can it just be that Rose is just a very competent trainer?" Layla wondered aloud, looking across at the sweet young girl with the down cast eyes down sitting opposite her.
Elise wasn't sure if this was a rhetorical question or not, she glanced up and then quickly down again.
"Answer your mistress, girl," Rose, who was standing to one side, told her.
"Yes, Mistress Layla, she's teaching me all kinds of things."
Elise couldn't be sure if Rose was a 'good trainer' or not, however, she could be certain of one thing – Rose was a sadistic bitch who wouldn't hesitate to punish her for the slightest misdemeanour.
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"Get up," Rose had told Elise upon returning to her room earlier that day as she unlocked the cuffs that secured her hands.
Elise felt stiff after being in the same position for more than an hour as she struggled to sit up before rubbing her wrists.
"I want to go now," she told Rose. "It doesn't matter whether I took that stupid skirt or not, you can't keep me here."
Rose ignored her and continued unlocking the cuffs around her ankles.
"Didn't you hear me? I said, I want to go now."
Rose finished, then looking directly at Elise, she smiled as she produced her leather crop. Holding it between her fists, she flexed it and hissed. "Don't you understand? You're not going anywhere, you stupid little bitch!" Before Elise had a chance to reply, Rose slashed it across the girl's delicate nipples.
Immediately Elise cried out, clutching at her breasts as sobbing, she collapsed onto the bed in a foetal position. "You can't treat me like this!"
"Get down on the floor, slut!" Rose was losing patience. "I said, get down on the floor."
A full ten seconds elapsed. That was too much time wasted for Rose. She leaned over the cowering girl and applied several more welts to her back and ass.
Each time, Elise cried out as the burning lash of the crop licked at her tender flesh.
"Now listen, and listen good, you little bitch. Your time here will be a whole lot easier when you learn to do as you are told. You will kneel, not sit, unless you are instructed otherwise. You will keep your legs spread wide at all times. You will not touch that pretty little pussy of yours without permission. Obey the rules, and you will only be whipped for your mistress's pleasure and amusement; disobey, and it will give me great pleasure to punish you." Rose smiled and continued, "Do you have any questions? "
Elise sniffed a couple of times and looked up, "How long will I be kept here, Rose?"
"A week, a month, a year, who knows? It's entirely up to Mistress Layla. The last one was here… let me think – six months. "
"You mean there have been others before me?"
"Well, of course there have been, you stupid little whore. You didn't really think you were something special did you? Surely, you didn't think you were the first stray cat Mistress Layla has dragged home, did you?"
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Now sitting opposite Layla, Elise began to wonder exactly how many.
"You may serve now, Rose."
Dinner was a very pleasant surprise: beef consommé, filet mignon with a light salad, followed by fresh strawberries and cream. Layla ate slowly, sipping her wine and watching Elise gobble hers down. It had been a long time since the girl had eaten so well.
When they had finished, Layla questioned Elise about her former living arrangements. Had she cleared out all her belongs? Had she finalized the lease? Did she need money to clear it? Elise, conscious of Rose standing near by with her crop in hand, answered each one simply and honestly.
Later, as Rose cleared away the last dishes, Layla inquired, "You haven't seen all the house yet, have you, little one?"
"No, not yet, Mistress Layla."
"Well, then, come; I will show you around now." She smiled and stood up. Elise did the same, but immediately Rose glared at her and began patting her crop in the palm of her hand.
"No, it's alright, Rose. The girl may walk next to me."
Elise gave Rose a quick, snide glance.
They left the dinning room and walked out into a long hallway adorned on both sides with many larger-than-life paintings. Most were of erotic scenes: men with women, women with women, and others featured three, four, or more naked bodies twisting and pressing against each other in orgies of pleasure and pain.
Elise stared wide-eyed at the unusual artwork.
Layla stopped in front of one of the portraits. It depicted a beautiful young girl, totally naked, with her hands bound behind her back, performing oral sex on a handsome older man while he lay back on a velvet couch.
"My late husband had an eye for beauty," Layla told Elise, waving her hand about. "He just simply couldn't resist beautiful things." She smiled and seemed to drift into her own thoughts for a moment. "Come, I want to show you my special room now, little one."
Elise glanced down at her erect nipples pressing through the fine fabric of her dress as much from the arousal of what she was seeing as the cool evening air. "This is her way of seducing me," Elise thought smugly. "Will she take me here or maybe in one of the bedrooms?"
At the end of the hallway they came to a closed door. Layla opened it and stood to one side. Elise stepped past, but halted immediately, shocked by what she saw. She gasped and blinked; could this really be what it appeared to be?
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