Headmistress' Favorite Sport Part 10

When Denise came to she was lying in bed. She had been washed and she could no longer feel the annoying diaper rash. In fact she felt fine, clean and well rested. On her feet were what turned out to be black Oxfords with seven-inch heels. Her ankles were in steel cuffs and connected by a eight-inch chain as were her wrists and her waist was encircled by a corset, compressing it down to fifteen inches with a four-inch pipe stem and her neck was encircled by a steel collar, which was chained to the headboard of the bed she lay in. Had it not been for the comfortable bed Denise might as well have been at home with the twins. But she clearly wasn't. The room she lay in was tiny and had no windows and was illuminated by a naked light-bulb hanging down from the ceiling. The room had a heavy door, which Denise probably would have found to be locked, had she been able to get out of bed. The room was covered by no less than four video cameras. Since she couldn't get up she just lay back and waited to see what would happen. In any case she was too well conditioned to go exploring. Denise knew that she would have to wait for her new owners to take control.

She didn't have to wait for very long before they turned up. The door opened and in came an absolutely beautiful platinum-blonde girl, who Denise recognized as Yvonne, her fellow slave from the academy. Yvonne was obviously happy to see her and ran over to sit on her bed. Yvonne definitely didn't look like a slave anymore. Her hair was long, flowing down over her shoulders, but had the look of having been cut at an expensive hairdresser. She wore a very sexy dress made from green silk, with a plunging neckline accentuating her perfect breasts. The dress was clearly a designer piece as were the matching green shoes with six-inch heels. Yvonne wore expensive jewelry: diamond earrings, a pearl necklace, a fine designer gold watch and on her fingers were several gold and diamond rings. It looked like Yvonne was no longer a slave. Following Yvonne into the cell came Master Richard. He looked just like Denise remembered him: A huge and desperately handsome man with curly brown hair, blue eyes and a moustache. He too was dressed in expensive designer clothes, a dark blue suit, white shirt and a discrete tie. Everything about the couple spelled wealth.