Like Daddy. Joy's tale. Part 3
Chapter seven
Joy and Amy report for training
Mistress Dee's house was about five miles from ours so daddy offered to drive me, thinking that maybe I wouldn't be up to driving myself home afterwards. I told him that was great, and he promised to pick me up at 7.00. We got there with five minutes to spare, and we saw Amy standing by the gates to the house drinking from a bottle of water. She had ridden her bicycle there and daddy commented that she may less keen to ride it home after her visit to the mistress. It was a big house, in its own grounds, with a driveway of about 70 yards to the front door. A high wall surrounded the property and the trees and lawns all looked well cared for with some flower beds. In one corner it looked less well cultivated with what looked like a big patch of nettles growing. It was the end of March so they weren't very tall. A gardening work in progress perhaps, I thought to myself. We could see two cars parked in front of the house. Daddy commented that Amy looked very pretty, and he looked forward to meeting her sometime. He suggested that I get out and walk slowly up the drive with Amy, rather than him driving up to the house.
Amy was nervous, and so was I. I couldn't pretend not to be, as we had no idea of what the next two hours would have in store for us. The gates suddenly rolled open, operated from the house no doubt, and we entered the property. At 4.59 Amy rang the doorbell and we could hear it ring far away, deep inside the house. We could hear footsteps, metal heels clicking on a tiled hallway, and the door opened. A tall woman stood inside, wearing a mid-thigh, black leather skirt, a leather waistcoat, with obviously nothing underneath it, and a very disapproving look under her black leather cap. A real dominatrix. In her hand was a riding crop, which she used to slap the knee-high black leather boots on her feet.
"So, two errant girls reporting for training, is that what we have here?" said Mistress Dee. She was very different to the woman we knew in college. I gathered my wits and said, in as polite a voice as I could muster through my shaky nervousness, "Yes, Mistress Dee. We are here at your invitation, to submit voluntarily to your special training. May we please enter your house?"
"Please, Mistress Dee." added Amy, "We are yours to command, and we will obey you, no matter what you would have us do, and what you would do to us."
"Very well. Enter." And then she paused, looking over our shoulders down the driveway. "Who is that at the gates? Joy, is that your father I see?" I looked around and indeed it was, scampering away, through the gates and into his car, and he drove off. "I'm so sorry Mistress, he gave me a lift. I thought he had left. He must have been spying on us."
"Spying on me, more likely." she guessed, and I told her yes, probably. "Hmmm, I think he may soon see more of me than he bargained for. But now, girls, follow me."
We followed her through the hallway, and before the end, a doorway led to a staircase heading down into the cellars. I say cellars, because there were many rooms which seemed to stretch the entire area of the house. Behind a wrought iron gate, a room appeared to be full of wine bottles, a real wine cellar, but all the other rooms had solid doors and we could not see what lay behind them.
"Now, to details, girls. Joy and Amy, you are here of your own volition and you have expressed a willingness to be trained by me in any way I see fit. You have promised to obey my instructions, and you will not complain if I have you do certain things that you may not, at first, wish to do. You accept that punishment is part of the training but you know that I will not cause you anything worse than temporary discomfort. All we need now is for you to sign the papers on the table before you to that effect."
We signed and were led into a large room with much equipment in it. Equipment of all descriptions; furniture pieces for which the purpose was as yet unknown; hooks and chains dripping from the ceiling; racks of whips and other such instruments of punishment for which I did not yet know the name; two Chinese vases filled with canes, some with crooked handles, some bound in leather; on a shelf, dildos and vibrators of varying sizes; what appeared to be a glass toilet sat against a wall, supported at the back and sides, but open at the front below the seat; a stool with two holes in it and velcro straps at the feet; a padded St Andrews cross on the wall with straps for arms and legs; a square cage made of metal bars, about five feet high; dozens of whips hanging from a rack on the wall; items of furniture, and much, much more.
"You are no longer girls. For the purpose of this training, you are now my slaves. I am going to teach you things about yourselves that you will never have thought about, nor experienced. The first thing I want to do is see you in your underwear. Joy, I want you to remove all of Amy's outer clothing and fold it neatly onto the chair over there by the wall. Then, she will remove yours and you will stand with your hands behind your necks and your feet 18 inches apart, facing each other. NOW!"
Of course, I had followed daddy's advice, and wasn't wearing any underwear. I had to obey though, and Amy let me remove her jacket, shoes, socks, blouse; she was wearing a sexy red lacy bra through which I could see her dark nipples, and finally I unzipped her skirt and it dropped to the floor. Through the matching lacy red thong I could clearly see a patch of black pubic hair. Collar and cuffs don't match, I thought to myself.
Then it was my turn. I had put on a long, loose summery cotton frock which buttoned all the way down the front. Amy knelt down and took off my shoes. There was nothing else. She started to unbutton my frock from the top down, and as she got lower, it became clear that I had no bra on. She looked at me questioningly, but silently, and I shrugged and motioned her to carry on. As the final button came undone and she parted the frock, slipping it from my shoulders, I was revealed naked to my Mistress and my fellow trainee slave. Amy stared at my bald pussy, and my now throbbing nipples as I adopted the commanded position facing Amy with my arms raised, hands behind my neck, breasts thrusting forwards, totally exposed to her view. She stood likewise, about three feet from me, and we gazed at each other.
"Joy. You are already naked. Did I give you permission to come here naked?" demanded Mistress Dee.
"No, Mistress. I didn't want any marks on my skin, so I followed my daddy's advice and didn't wear any underwear today. I'm sorry if I have displeased you. I thought you would want me to be naked"
