A hands-on story Englisch
A hands-on story
The following is a story that keeps growing I hope. I thought up the beginning and then everything that is under From Bianca's point of view. Where there is another name does not come from my pen, I only try roughly to make it a story. My spelling is anything but perfect, so please give any advice in this direction or other suggestions will be taken note of and implemented promptly. I don't want to force anyone to participate, but I'm happy about everyone.
I enter the room look around yeah it was nice. What did I experience again step in the place where I kneeled and got my beloved brackets from the mistress. I am starting to dream. I turn on soft music and start cleaning something up here. The song a little louder and I start bobbing and prancing slightly, keep tidying up and cleaning. The music is slowly getting louder and louder, but the room is isolated, that's how it works. I dance more and more and the music gets louder and louder. At some point someone hears the loud music. The door opens and you take a quick look inside. I don't get any of this with special move to Joe Cocker You Can Leave Your Hat On.
https://youtu.be/hfgwrdYUQ2A
And take off your cleaning clothes, only the imaginary hat remains on your head.
From Biggi's point of view
What kind of music from the studio is that. I open the door, the music echoes over me, I look and see Bianca jumping around, she seems to have completely hidden the outside world. The song You Can Leave Your Hat On is booming. She takes off her shirt then her shorts. I sat quietly in a dark corner and continued to watch.
From Chantal's point of view
Suddenly I hear loud music echoing through the rooms, but it quickly falls silent again. I go on a search and hear that the music comes from the studio. I open the door and look in and see Bianca dancing. I can not help this sight and enter the room looking for a quiet place and continue to watch.
From Ida's point of view
Great music in the volume what was going on here. I stood in front of the studio. Hadn't the door just closed quietly. Quiet with the loud music wasn't necessary. I open the door and tell Bianca to move in the light. I had to take a closer look, slipped through the door. And looked excitedly there wasn't a movement so I wasn't alone but who could resist this sight.
From Bianca's point of view
the first notes of a new song come from the loudspeakers
https://youtu.be/3b1YSNsF2eE
I sing the first verse softly up to the chorus, then I literally explode and sing the second verse a little more calmly with “This Girl is on Fire”, but I dance to it with my eyes closed. Cleans something to irritate it with my hand during the chorus and I sing along as loudly as possible. At the end of the song I open my eyes and notice that I have audience members stop singing and dancing and get a red head. I don't hear the calls for encore.
then the first sounds of the new song can be heard
https://youtu.be/51XzW98wEDg
I stand there and no further reaction, just the red head I stare at my audience. After the first stanza the music suddenly stops and the mistress stands in the door she is present in the room - nobody escapes.
From the perspective of the slave girl Monika
Monika looks in, but stops in front of the door. With a skeptical look and tone of voice, she reminds us that the mistress' residence room must always be clean and tidy and is actually not intended for parties.
From the point of view of Mistress Sahra
I am slowly entering my studio, which I also lovingly call my "study". The music has stopped and my naked slave Bianca stands there and looks at me completely surprised and unable to react. I smile and toss the remote control for the expensive music system to one of my other slaves who have gathered here to watch. Quiet and supple, like a lioness, I approach Bianca. Maybe I should play the Imperial March from Star Wars every now and then for my appearances, it shoots through my mind for a moment. But maybe a little too theatrical. Though it would suit me well.
With soft clacking steps from my high heels on the dark floor, I approach my slave without taking my eyes off her for a moment.
“Well, slave! … I hope there are no broken dreams here, only fulfilled and unfulfilled dreams. ”I mean, inwardly amused by the somewhat fearful reactions of my slaves.
From the perspective of the slave Monika
I have no good feelings about it. The question of the mistress whether I just meant what I said seriously means that I made a mistake. I interfered in their jurisdiction by pointing out the party's criminality. Brooding, I go to the kitchen and gently separate the mistress' deputy, Alpha Sub Luisa, from her beloved coffee pot. On the way to the residence room, I explain my mistake to her.
From the perspective of the slave girl Bianca
and now she stands there the mistress she is in the room how could she come in here so quietly ok yes with the music volume not the problem. I admire her, cannot avert my gaze, that red-black leather dress, the matching boots and the crop she belongs to the mistress. It takes my breath away. How does she manage to look so perfect, I have trouble getting my collar to fit properly. My collar am I wearing it? Yes, I wear it and I straighten it with a fleeting movement. Then finally I sink to my knees and greet the mistress as she deserves it from me. Once again check the collar is sitting as it should.
Lower your head say softly but audibly I am working mistress to transform my broken dreams into fulfilled dreams. If you look closely, you get slight goose bumps and I tremble slightly with excitement
From the perspective of the slave girl Monika
What is it that they make a party here and the mistress turns off the music and talks about broken dreams whose ass should be spanked. After the mistress I enter her study and say out loud "Mistress you should punish everyone, they would rather have had fun themselves than cleaning this room and preparing it for their next assignment"
From the perspective of the slave girl Biggi
When the mistress enters her study, I immediately take my hands from my lap and get up, take a step out of the dark corner, do not hide. Stand with your legs slightly apart and your arms folded on your back, try to stand upright so that the mistress can look at me in full if she wants to and lower my gaze so as not to stare at her
From the perspective of the slave girl Ida
I also step slowly out of the dark corner, stand next to my sisters ...
Also, I only have my high-heeled shoes and the black leather collar on ...
A silver chain is latched into the large eyelet on the collar, the chain hangs straight down between my breasts .. shuttles back and forth over my pubic area while walking.
I stand up like the others, push my pelvis forward to show my willingness and submissiveness and look down ... wait .....
I notice how the situation excites me, how my chest rises and falls, I breathe deeply to control my excitement and nervousness.
From the perspective of the slave girl Chantal
I quickly stand up to my sister, do not hide anything hands behind his back. But my eyes are still on Bianca, she looked so beautiful when she **** "This Girl is on Fire" with full vigor.
From the perspective of the slave girl Bianca
I look up slowly and carefully, see my sisters standing, see the mistress and a little offside I see Moni is a smile on her face yes a punishment that would be something. Maybe clamps or maybe the whip hmm or both. No matter but please do not go Mistress shows that you have been there and understands what your slaves need.
From the point of view of Mistress Sahra
I take a silver leash and hang it on my Bianca in the collar. Then I look at Monika if you would be so nice and would you please fetch Luisa and then I would be happy if you showed yourself on the podium afterwards, pointing to a circular podium in the middle of the room. Oh, do you love Monika, did you mean your statement seriously?
I pull the leash that leads to Bianca a little gently and you come with me. I go to my chair and sit down and mean Bianca where I would like her to kneel. So that I can always touch her easily.
Then I look at the other 3 slaves and say wait a minute, it will go on. Smile at them all 3.
From the perspective of the slave girl Monika
Nothing good for me. The question of the mistress whether I just meant what I said seriously means that I made a mistake. I interfered in their jurisdiction by pointing out the party's criminality. Brooding, I go to the kitchen and gently separate the mistress' deputy, Alpha Sub Luisa, from her beloved coffee pot. On the way to the residence room, I explain my mistake to her.
From the point of view of Madame Luisa
I am enjoying a highly aromatic coffee when Monika rushes into the room and looks visibly excited ... The mistress would have asked for me and as we approach the studio she explains desperately that she must have made a mistake and let the mistress travel there to point out a punishment more than clearly. With a calm, proud step I listen to what she said with a shaky voice that she had behaved wrongly. I have a premonition of the following situation and now enter the studio. Something else in the dark of the corridor my steps sound and I know what it triggers in the slaves all the more clearly and thus these heel blows become closer. My gaze wanders through the room and there she sits ... Sahra the mistress and follows my performance on her stage. The slaves stand in a row and don't dare to flinch when I approach them purposefully towards the mistress. With a curtsey .... Mistress Sahra you called.
From the perspective of the slave girl Bianca.
Wow what an appearance the steps were long before listening and then she appears in the door yes that is indeed something similar to the mistress and yet completely different. And the outfit these shoes that make this noise that so many nipples look around excitedly if mine weren't already gone to the mistress so stiff now they would be. Then the legs in nylons so everything fits perfectly, the corsages and the panties are elegant and sexy, but on the one hand submissive but not too much but also dominant. How does she manage that.
I secretly look up at the mistress for a moment, but only a slight admiring smile can be seen. I quickly lower my gaze again. I can see the curtsey and admire Madame Luisa very much how she manages to be so submissive to the mistress and at the same time so dominant towards us. The room is tingling but it's clear Mistress Sahra is in control.
From the perspective of the slave girl Monika
The mistress says nothing, but means to Madam Luisa with a look and a brief movement of the head in the direction of the round pedestal, what she expects from her.
Madam Luisa understands. She is supposed to prove to the mistress that she has the rascals of slaves under control and that she is an assistant worthy of her rule.
She pushes me to the pedestal and positions me there. My knees are a little soft. In her own way, Madam Luisa sneaks around me and pats my face. Then I ask myself in a mocking tone: "So our little party muff wanted to impose herself on the mistress as an educational advisor?"
"What would the would-be counselor have suggested as a sentence if the mistress had the idea of accepting advice from a slave?" Out of the corner of my eye I see the mistress's gaze and prefer not to try to lie down a cheap tariff instead of a real punishment.
I whisper the truthful answer in Madam Luisa's ear. She turns her gaze to the slave Chantal, snaps her fingers and points to the "tool cabinet" in the residence room.
From the perspective of the slave girl Chantal
Madame Luisa would like me to get her parenting assistant out of the mistress's closet, which probably means that the party muff Monika is going to audition for us after all.
I stand in front of the cupboard and think about how I can satisfy Madame Luisa with my choice. Open the first drawer, let my fingers slide over the cold leather of the flogger and get goose bumps at the memories that come back when you touch them. After a look at Madame Luisa I close the drawer again and open the next one I look at the switch for a moment, hear a slight nod from the corner of my eye, take it out of the closet and when I want to close it, I join the movement Shaking head stopped, apparently Madame Luisa hasn't had enough. Put the crop down on the cupboard and continue my search. Let my gaze slide over the whips that hang on the inside of the doors, look briefly at Madame Luisa and wait a moment for a sign that does not come. The next time I open the drawer, I have to bend my knees, at this movement I flinch and hope that the others who have probably been watching me won't notice. I take one of the sticks inside in my hand and take a closer look at it my gaze is directed back to Madame Luisa, I close the drawer and the cabinet doors, take the selected whip and stick in my hand and approach the pedestal.
I curtsies and hands Madame Luisa off the whip and stick, whereupon she lets the own melody of the baton sound for Monika's dance performance with a sharp blow through the air.
From the perspective of the slave girl Bianca
I watch exactly what Chantal is doing on the cupboard and follow every movement. She takes a whip but what is the Chantal looking for? I see a look at the whips and I am relieved that she does not reach for them. But when I see that she takes a stick in her hand, my heart is heavy, if I hadn't made it into such a disco here, Monika wouldn't have to suffer now. Yes, she has very clearly held up a punishment for the mistress. But she really deserves it. When Chantal hands over the whip and stick, my heart slips somewhere else. I give myself a jerk, turn on my knees to the mistress to swallow the lump in my throat and say "mistress?" When the mistress looks at me swallow again. Then I present my request “Mistress, I have a certain complicity. And that's why I ask to be able to help Monika with her punishment or if you allow it to even take a part from her. ”Then I lower my gaze and wait.
From the point of view of Mistress Sahra
I look at my little Bianca seriously, yes, she means business, she would completely take over the punishment if I wished. No, I'm planning something else with her. My slave Monika has to learn her lesson and she knows that too. I look at her yes she is afraid, afraid of the pain but also afraid of failing here. I look at Bianca and smile at her, shake my head slightly - no, my little one, but you can sit in the first row at the dance and wave Birgit to me
Mouse of the view of the slave Birgit
The mistress calls and I step to her as fast as I can, bow and kneel in front of her, look into her eyes and understand her look, her barely noticeable movement with her head, I nod and take a deep breath as she pulls Bianca's leash gives. Thank you with a curtsey for your trust and lead Bianca to the edge of the roundabout.
Look at Luisa, smiling, cradles the stick and the whip in her hands and at Monika, who is looking down at the ground, shaking, nod to Madame and attach Bianca leash to a pole in the first row, looking to Madame Luisa, asking if I can do anything else.
With a small gesture she indicates to me that Bianca is sitting too cramped, her arms and legs should be opened wider
I look questioningly at Chantal who is still standing at the tool cabinet.
From the perspective of the slave girl Chantal
I am still standing in front of the cupboard, see the look of Madame Luisa, look thoughtfully at Bianca and think about what I could bring that she is satisfied with me. Turn around and open several drawers. My gaze wanders every now and then to Bianca, whom I can see out of the corner of my eye. The way she kneels there, shackles would be perfect, but which ones ... Take different sets in hand until I find the perfect one. Just as I want to turn around again, my gaze sticks to the couple of nipple clamps and takes them to Bianca. Look at Madame Luisa, she nods again seems to be satisfied with my selection, kneel next to her, first take the ankle cuffs and fasten them around her ankles. Take her hand back and massage over her wrist before I fasten it, repeat it with the other hand and connect the ankle cuffs with the hand cuffs behind Bianca's back. Look into her eyes and grin at her. Show Madame Luisa what else I have taken out of the closet, she smiles slightly and nods to me. Close a clamp around the excited nipple and finally check whether they are tight enough.
From the perspective of the slave girl Bianca
I follow the handover of the leash with big eyes, don't stand up to follow my sister Birgit without a little discomfort. So kneel in front of the pedestal my leash simply puts it down for a moment, I look where it is then turn my gaze to my sister Monika, I see her fear but also something like anticipation. I can't take my eyes off her. I can only loosen my gaze again when I perceive the touch on my ankles, look confused and see how Chantal carefully puts the shackles on me, I don't flinch, but help her as best I can by holding still. When the hands have their shackles and they are all bandaged behind me, I nod inconspicuously to Chantal but I see a flash in her eyes. Upon a joyful nod from Madame Luisa, she steps in front of me and twirls my already hard nipples a bit and attaches my beloved braces to me. I smile gratefully at her.
From the perspective of the slave girl Monika
Madam Luisa lets the stick whistle through the air. I inevitably have to think of the first encounter with this instrument with my former mistress.
Now my knees are getting even softer. Madam Luisa has to prove herself to the mistress, she will rather be even stricter than the mistress and her predecessor.
From the perspective of the slave Bianca
I kneel so close to Monika now and still can't help her. In her eyes I see fear but also something else that I cannot interpret. I plan to at least look her in the eye in front of her if she wants to. To show her that I am with her and will not leave her alone.
Then the first blow follows. I see the pain in her eyes as she process it and also enjoys it. More blows follow and she counts bravely and I look her in the eyes of everyone and try to hold her gaze as best I can from here.
The following is a story that keeps growing I hope. I thought up the beginning and then everything that is under From Bianca's point of view. Where there is another name does not come from my pen, I only try roughly to make it a story. My spelling is anything but perfect, so please give any advice in this direction or other suggestions will be taken note of and implemented promptly. I don't want to force anyone to participate, but I'm happy about everyone.
I enter the room look around yeah it was nice. What did I experience again step in the place where I kneeled and got my beloved brackets from the mistress. I am starting to dream. I turn on soft music and start cleaning something up here. The song a little louder and I start bobbing and prancing slightly, keep tidying up and cleaning. The music is slowly getting louder and louder, but the room is isolated, that's how it works. I dance more and more and the music gets louder and louder. At some point someone hears the loud music. The door opens and you take a quick look inside. I don't get any of this with special move to Joe Cocker You Can Leave Your Hat On.
https://youtu.be/hfgwrdYUQ2A
And take off your cleaning clothes, only the imaginary hat remains on your head.
From Biggi's point of view
What kind of music from the studio is that. I open the door, the music echoes over me, I look and see Bianca jumping around, she seems to have completely hidden the outside world. The song You Can Leave Your Hat On is booming. She takes off her shirt then her shorts. I sat quietly in a dark corner and continued to watch.
From Chantal's point of view
Suddenly I hear loud music echoing through the rooms, but it quickly falls silent again. I go on a search and hear that the music comes from the studio. I open the door and look in and see Bianca dancing. I can not help this sight and enter the room looking for a quiet place and continue to watch.
From Ida's point of view
Great music in the volume what was going on here. I stood in front of the studio. Hadn't the door just closed quietly. Quiet with the loud music wasn't necessary. I open the door and tell Bianca to move in the light. I had to take a closer look, slipped through the door. And looked excitedly there wasn't a movement so I wasn't alone but who could resist this sight.
From Bianca's point of view
the first notes of a new song come from the loudspeakers
https://youtu.be/3b1YSNsF2eE
I sing the first verse softly up to the chorus, then I literally explode and sing the second verse a little more calmly with “This Girl is on Fire”, but I dance to it with my eyes closed. Cleans something to irritate it with my hand during the chorus and I sing along as loudly as possible. At the end of the song I open my eyes and notice that I have audience members stop singing and dancing and get a red head. I don't hear the calls for encore.
then the first sounds of the new song can be heard
https://youtu.be/51XzW98wEDg
I stand there and no further reaction, just the red head I stare at my audience. After the first stanza the music suddenly stops and the mistress stands in the door she is present in the room - nobody escapes.
From the perspective of the slave girl Monika
Monika looks in, but stops in front of the door. With a skeptical look and tone of voice, she reminds us that the mistress' residence room must always be clean and tidy and is actually not intended for parties.
From the point of view of Mistress Sahra
I am slowly entering my studio, which I also lovingly call my "study". The music has stopped and my naked slave Bianca stands there and looks at me completely surprised and unable to react. I smile and toss the remote control for the expensive music system to one of my other slaves who have gathered here to watch. Quiet and supple, like a lioness, I approach Bianca. Maybe I should play the Imperial March from Star Wars every now and then for my appearances, it shoots through my mind for a moment. But maybe a little too theatrical. Though it would suit me well.
With soft clacking steps from my high heels on the dark floor, I approach my slave without taking my eyes off her for a moment.
“Well, slave! … I hope there are no broken dreams here, only fulfilled and unfulfilled dreams. ”I mean, inwardly amused by the somewhat fearful reactions of my slaves.
From the perspective of the slave Monika
I have no good feelings about it. The question of the mistress whether I just meant what I said seriously means that I made a mistake. I interfered in their jurisdiction by pointing out the party's criminality. Brooding, I go to the kitchen and gently separate the mistress' deputy, Alpha Sub Luisa, from her beloved coffee pot. On the way to the residence room, I explain my mistake to her.
From the perspective of the slave girl Bianca
and now she stands there the mistress she is in the room how could she come in here so quietly ok yes with the music volume not the problem. I admire her, cannot avert my gaze, that red-black leather dress, the matching boots and the crop she belongs to the mistress. It takes my breath away. How does she manage to look so perfect, I have trouble getting my collar to fit properly. My collar am I wearing it? Yes, I wear it and I straighten it with a fleeting movement. Then finally I sink to my knees and greet the mistress as she deserves it from me. Once again check the collar is sitting as it should.
Lower your head say softly but audibly I am working mistress to transform my broken dreams into fulfilled dreams. If you look closely, you get slight goose bumps and I tremble slightly with excitement
From the perspective of the slave girl Monika
What is it that they make a party here and the mistress turns off the music and talks about broken dreams whose ass should be spanked. After the mistress I enter her study and say out loud "Mistress you should punish everyone, they would rather have had fun themselves than cleaning this room and preparing it for their next assignment"
From the perspective of the slave girl Biggi
When the mistress enters her study, I immediately take my hands from my lap and get up, take a step out of the dark corner, do not hide. Stand with your legs slightly apart and your arms folded on your back, try to stand upright so that the mistress can look at me in full if she wants to and lower my gaze so as not to stare at her
From the perspective of the slave girl Ida
I also step slowly out of the dark corner, stand next to my sisters ...
Also, I only have my high-heeled shoes and the black leather collar on ...
A silver chain is latched into the large eyelet on the collar, the chain hangs straight down between my breasts .. shuttles back and forth over my pubic area while walking.
I stand up like the others, push my pelvis forward to show my willingness and submissiveness and look down ... wait .....
I notice how the situation excites me, how my chest rises and falls, I breathe deeply to control my excitement and nervousness.
From the perspective of the slave girl Chantal
I quickly stand up to my sister, do not hide anything hands behind his back. But my eyes are still on Bianca, she looked so beautiful when she **** "This Girl is on Fire" with full vigor.
From the perspective of the slave girl Bianca
I look up slowly and carefully, see my sisters standing, see the mistress and a little offside I see Moni is a smile on her face yes a punishment that would be something. Maybe clamps or maybe the whip hmm or both. No matter but please do not go Mistress shows that you have been there and understands what your slaves need.
From the point of view of Mistress Sahra
I take a silver leash and hang it on my Bianca in the collar. Then I look at Monika if you would be so nice and would you please fetch Luisa and then I would be happy if you showed yourself on the podium afterwards, pointing to a circular podium in the middle of the room. Oh, do you love Monika, did you mean your statement seriously?
I pull the leash that leads to Bianca a little gently and you come with me. I go to my chair and sit down and mean Bianca where I would like her to kneel. So that I can always touch her easily.
Then I look at the other 3 slaves and say wait a minute, it will go on. Smile at them all 3.
From the perspective of the slave girl Monika
Nothing good for me. The question of the mistress whether I just meant what I said seriously means that I made a mistake. I interfered in their jurisdiction by pointing out the party's criminality. Brooding, I go to the kitchen and gently separate the mistress' deputy, Alpha Sub Luisa, from her beloved coffee pot. On the way to the residence room, I explain my mistake to her.
From the point of view of Madame Luisa
I am enjoying a highly aromatic coffee when Monika rushes into the room and looks visibly excited ... The mistress would have asked for me and as we approach the studio she explains desperately that she must have made a mistake and let the mistress travel there to point out a punishment more than clearly. With a calm, proud step I listen to what she said with a shaky voice that she had behaved wrongly. I have a premonition of the following situation and now enter the studio. Something else in the dark of the corridor my steps sound and I know what it triggers in the slaves all the more clearly and thus these heel blows become closer. My gaze wanders through the room and there she sits ... Sahra the mistress and follows my performance on her stage. The slaves stand in a row and don't dare to flinch when I approach them purposefully towards the mistress. With a curtsey .... Mistress Sahra you called.
From the perspective of the slave girl Bianca.
Wow what an appearance the steps were long before listening and then she appears in the door yes that is indeed something similar to the mistress and yet completely different. And the outfit these shoes that make this noise that so many nipples look around excitedly if mine weren't already gone to the mistress so stiff now they would be. Then the legs in nylons so everything fits perfectly, the corsages and the panties are elegant and sexy, but on the one hand submissive but not too much but also dominant. How does she manage that.
I secretly look up at the mistress for a moment, but only a slight admiring smile can be seen. I quickly lower my gaze again. I can see the curtsey and admire Madame Luisa very much how she manages to be so submissive to the mistress and at the same time so dominant towards us. The room is tingling but it's clear Mistress Sahra is in control.
From the perspective of the slave girl Monika
The mistress says nothing, but means to Madam Luisa with a look and a brief movement of the head in the direction of the round pedestal, what she expects from her.
Madam Luisa understands. She is supposed to prove to the mistress that she has the rascals of slaves under control and that she is an assistant worthy of her rule.
She pushes me to the pedestal and positions me there. My knees are a little soft. In her own way, Madam Luisa sneaks around me and pats my face. Then I ask myself in a mocking tone: "So our little party muff wanted to impose herself on the mistress as an educational advisor?"
"What would the would-be counselor have suggested as a sentence if the mistress had the idea of accepting advice from a slave?" Out of the corner of my eye I see the mistress's gaze and prefer not to try to lie down a cheap tariff instead of a real punishment.
I whisper the truthful answer in Madam Luisa's ear. She turns her gaze to the slave Chantal, snaps her fingers and points to the "tool cabinet" in the residence room.
From the perspective of the slave girl Chantal
Madame Luisa would like me to get her parenting assistant out of the mistress's closet, which probably means that the party muff Monika is going to audition for us after all.
I stand in front of the cupboard and think about how I can satisfy Madame Luisa with my choice. Open the first drawer, let my fingers slide over the cold leather of the flogger and get goose bumps at the memories that come back when you touch them. After a look at Madame Luisa I close the drawer again and open the next one I look at the switch for a moment, hear a slight nod from the corner of my eye, take it out of the closet and when I want to close it, I join the movement Shaking head stopped, apparently Madame Luisa hasn't had enough. Put the crop down on the cupboard and continue my search. Let my gaze slide over the whips that hang on the inside of the doors, look briefly at Madame Luisa and wait a moment for a sign that does not come. The next time I open the drawer, I have to bend my knees, at this movement I flinch and hope that the others who have probably been watching me won't notice. I take one of the sticks inside in my hand and take a closer look at it my gaze is directed back to Madame Luisa, I close the drawer and the cabinet doors, take the selected whip and stick in my hand and approach the pedestal.
I curtsies and hands Madame Luisa off the whip and stick, whereupon she lets the own melody of the baton sound for Monika's dance performance with a sharp blow through the air.
From the perspective of the slave girl Bianca
I watch exactly what Chantal is doing on the cupboard and follow every movement. She takes a whip but what is the Chantal looking for? I see a look at the whips and I am relieved that she does not reach for them. But when I see that she takes a stick in her hand, my heart is heavy, if I hadn't made it into such a disco here, Monika wouldn't have to suffer now. Yes, she has very clearly held up a punishment for the mistress. But she really deserves it. When Chantal hands over the whip and stick, my heart slips somewhere else. I give myself a jerk, turn on my knees to the mistress to swallow the lump in my throat and say "mistress?" When the mistress looks at me swallow again. Then I present my request “Mistress, I have a certain complicity. And that's why I ask to be able to help Monika with her punishment or if you allow it to even take a part from her. ”Then I lower my gaze and wait.
From the point of view of Mistress Sahra
I look at my little Bianca seriously, yes, she means business, she would completely take over the punishment if I wished. No, I'm planning something else with her. My slave Monika has to learn her lesson and she knows that too. I look at her yes she is afraid, afraid of the pain but also afraid of failing here. I look at Bianca and smile at her, shake my head slightly - no, my little one, but you can sit in the first row at the dance and wave Birgit to me
Mouse of the view of the slave Birgit
The mistress calls and I step to her as fast as I can, bow and kneel in front of her, look into her eyes and understand her look, her barely noticeable movement with her head, I nod and take a deep breath as she pulls Bianca's leash gives. Thank you with a curtsey for your trust and lead Bianca to the edge of the roundabout.
Look at Luisa, smiling, cradles the stick and the whip in her hands and at Monika, who is looking down at the ground, shaking, nod to Madame and attach Bianca leash to a pole in the first row, looking to Madame Luisa, asking if I can do anything else.
With a small gesture she indicates to me that Bianca is sitting too cramped, her arms and legs should be opened wider
I look questioningly at Chantal who is still standing at the tool cabinet.
From the perspective of the slave girl Chantal
I am still standing in front of the cupboard, see the look of Madame Luisa, look thoughtfully at Bianca and think about what I could bring that she is satisfied with me. Turn around and open several drawers. My gaze wanders every now and then to Bianca, whom I can see out of the corner of my eye. The way she kneels there, shackles would be perfect, but which ones ... Take different sets in hand until I find the perfect one. Just as I want to turn around again, my gaze sticks to the couple of nipple clamps and takes them to Bianca. Look at Madame Luisa, she nods again seems to be satisfied with my selection, kneel next to her, first take the ankle cuffs and fasten them around her ankles. Take her hand back and massage over her wrist before I fasten it, repeat it with the other hand and connect the ankle cuffs with the hand cuffs behind Bianca's back. Look into her eyes and grin at her. Show Madame Luisa what else I have taken out of the closet, she smiles slightly and nods to me. Close a clamp around the excited nipple and finally check whether they are tight enough.
From the perspective of the slave girl Bianca
I follow the handover of the leash with big eyes, don't stand up to follow my sister Birgit without a little discomfort. So kneel in front of the pedestal my leash simply puts it down for a moment, I look where it is then turn my gaze to my sister Monika, I see her fear but also something like anticipation. I can't take my eyes off her. I can only loosen my gaze again when I perceive the touch on my ankles, look confused and see how Chantal carefully puts the shackles on me, I don't flinch, but help her as best I can by holding still. When the hands have their shackles and they are all bandaged behind me, I nod inconspicuously to Chantal but I see a flash in her eyes. Upon a joyful nod from Madame Luisa, she steps in front of me and twirls my already hard nipples a bit and attaches my beloved braces to me. I smile gratefully at her.
From the perspective of the slave girl Monika
Madam Luisa lets the stick whistle through the air. I inevitably have to think of the first encounter with this instrument with my former mistress.
Now my knees are getting even softer. Madam Luisa has to prove herself to the mistress, she will rather be even stricter than the mistress and her predecessor.
From the perspective of the slave Bianca
I kneel so close to Monika now and still can't help her. In her eyes I see fear but also something else that I cannot interpret. I plan to at least look her in the eye in front of her if she wants to. To show her that I am with her and will not leave her alone.
Then the first blow follows. I see the pain in her eyes as she process it and also enjoys it. More blows follow and she counts bravely and I look her in the eyes of everyone and try to hold her gaze as best I can from here.
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