The girl, we'll just call her slut, has done something wrong and is due a punishment.

Standing chained to the bedpost, she sobs quietly, her hair in disarray and her hands numb. Waiting, always waiting, the ticking clock driving her insane as she restlesslyshifts in place. Quieting now, she begins to listen for them, her lovers, her owners, knowing they've left her here for a reason. Slut knows the reason and tells herself that it was a trifling thing she did and that it doesn't deserve this. She pouts and argues in her head as the chains and silence and ticking clock do their work.

Slut begins to resent her owners, begins to get mad and sulky and yet, still, she stands helplessly waiting. Tears begin again as she fears her punishment and she struggles against the chains, tossing her head and bruising her wrists. Slut hears the door opening behind her and helplessly struggles to turn around and face her punishers, to shout at them that she doesn't deserve punishment, to argue her defense, to beg their mercy, but the chains hold her perfectly in place. Knowing better, she stays silent, not wanting a second punishment for speaking before being given permission.

Click, swoosh, hiss and a smell of chemicals and heat. Slut sobs in earnest as a butane torch is lit, she dances in fear and struggles silently to flee. Hands stroke her back and buttocks, soft warm and tender touches that calm her slightly in spite of the continuous hissing sound. "Good girl slut, you're going to take this well aren't you?" whispers an owner in her ear, too low in sound to differentiate gender yet. Nodding her head quickly, slut tries to be pleasing though the fear is taking hold inside. "Good slut, remember, no talking." instructs the low voice and then the warm hands are gone.

"Ready slut?" she hears her Master ask and she desperately shakes her head no and moans as loudly as she dares, very carefully avoiding using any words. Suddenly theres a hot burning sensation on her ass cheek and she screams in terror and pain. Dancing around she sobs loudly and hysterically before feeling another hot burn on her ass. Screaming again, she twists and sobs and moans."Good slut, take your punishment." Her Mistress says, hands once again soothing over her body. Any and all complaints and anger have left her in wake of fear and pain. Searing heat touches her a third time and she wails and presses into the soft hands in front of her. Sobbing and swollen-eyed, she dances in place and begs silently and wordlessly for mercy.

Suddenly the hissing is turned off and she slumps in relief, the chains holding her perfectly in place as she's shocked to feel another grueling touch of heat. screaming loudly, she wails in fear and begins flinging herself side to side in her chains. Feeling her Masters hands on her, she stills and cries at her sore ass. "You may speak" He says and she softly, brokenly says "Did you burn me Master?" and he laughs softly. Holding up a cup of steaming water and a butter knife, he grins evilly. "No, slut, I didn't."

a wishful thinking - nervously he approached the door, his heart thundering wildly. This was it, the moment he'd both eagerly awaited and feared in equal parts, the time and place where his life ends and his slavery begins. Standing irresolutely before the door, he wipes his palms on his thighs. It appeared dark inside the home and he almost turns and walks away, but his hopes keeps him locked in place. Finally a shaky hand raises to the doorknob and turns it, finding it unlocked, exactly as he was told. stepping inside, he notes a soft lamp turned on next to the door and carefully shuts the door behind him. not stopping to think, he does as he was told and swiftly strips naked and kneels on the cold tiles. Second guessing himself, he swiftly folds his clothes and sets them next to him on the floor.

 Almost panting with emotion, he waits in the darkness, the low light unknowingly highlighting him in the shadows. He shifts on his knees, not sure where to put his hands or what's expected of him.  He waits and waits and finally begins to calm as boredom sets in. Unbeknownst to him, he's being watched by  a woman and man in the darkness, they are seated on a couch and observing him for obedience and honesty before revealing themselves. in curiosity, they wait out his nerves and wonder what he'll do once bored. Watching him fidget and move gave them ample time to calm their own nerves.

 Suddenly he gasps as a woman walks from the darkness and stands before him, her face and demeanor familiar to him from long chats, but her ambiance so new and frightening. As the man walks out of the darkness, he's no longer startled, but still nervous and even afraid since his experience with this man is much less than with the woman. He speaks in a shaky voice. "Hello Mistress, Master" and lowers his head to the floor. He's glad now that he didn't move from the kneel even though his knees were killing him.

"Welcome to our home boy" the woman says, his Mistress, standing before him. "Let me have your documentation boy. "States his Master. Reaching next to his clothes, the boy shakily hands up the briefcase he brought with him. Opening it, he knows his Master is looking at his bank papers, his wallet, ID, passport and all other important info, as well as holding his cellphone. Nervously he wildly wonders if maybe this total turnover of his self was a mistake.

"Stand up and assume the inspection pose" his Mistress states in a firm but quiet voice. Struggling to his feet he wonders if his numb knees will hold him. Finding his legs shaky but safe, he stands with legs spread wide and hands behind his head, elbows sraight out to the side. He instinctively sucks in his gut and tucks his but in tight. Watching his Mistress walk around him, he gulps nervously, praying to be pleasing for her. His Master finally finished with his papers, snapped the case shut and walked around him as well. Feeling his Master stop behind him makes the hair stand up on the back of his neck. suddenly he feels His hands rest on his throat and his heart beats like crazy. His mistress stands in front and joins her hands with her husbands, their hands now wrapped double layer around his throat.

Tensing he wonders what will happen...