Episode 1: Bondage University (Part 1)
Isabel opened her eyes to find herself lying in the bed in her room at college. Surely it hadn’t all been a dream. That whole escape room thing, just a creation of her subconscious. Yet, here she was in the familiar room with her desk and her chair and the blue curtains in college colours and her posters on the wall of…
Oh!
Posters of women in bondage, drawings: a naked brunette in some sort of predicament, standing on her toes with clips on her nipples and wires and what looked like switches under her heels, a huge gag silencing her as she struggled to maintain her posture and avoid whatever punishment any lapse might deliver to her helpless body; another woman wearing nothing but heeled boots impaled on a phallus with spikes at the base to force her to keep her legs apart, her arms strapped behind her in what looked like tight metal restraints, a large ball gag held in her mouth by more metallic looking straps; there were women punishing other women, a brunette with an impossibly tiny waist in a rubber bra and knickers and boots you probably couldn’t walk in using a whip on a similarly scantily clad blonde in even more improbable footwear; there were stripes on the girls’ bottom where the whip had struck; a kneeling woman, again in boots, bound and tightly gagged at the feet of a sultry brunette wearing tiny knickers and a flowing robe with her fist in her slave’s hair.
Either Isabel's taste in art had changed, or this wasn’t her room. Alert now, she let out a small cry and jumped when something moved in the bed beside her. If she hadn’t had her back to the wall, she would have leapt out of the bed. As it was, she cautiously lifted the covers.
Charlotte!
Isabel couldn’t suppress a smile. The blonde was asleep - and she was bound and gagged. Isabel could see a head harness like some of the girls in the pictures on her walls, with thick leather straps wrapped around her head holding a blindfold and an incredibly large ball gag in place. There was a wet patch on the sheet beneath Charlotte’s mouth where she had been drooling. Her arms were behind her back, strapped or laced tightly into a leather arm binder, the thick straps across her shoulders tight enough to dimple the flesh. She was wearing a harness around her hips too, a harness holding a very large back rubber strap on - the sheets were wet here too; and boots, Isabel saw as she lifted the cover away fully, ballet style boots with huge spiked heels. There was a collar around the blonde’s neck too, a metal one, about three inches tall with a tag clipped to the front.
Isabel realised she was holding her breath and let it out in a soft, awed sigh as she gaped at the sleeping form before her. Even though part of her didn’t want to risk breaking the moment she couldn’t resist reaching out, her finger lightly brushing the sleeping girl’s hair and then her cheek and the strap of the huge gag; the ball itself glistened and was wet to the touch; she ran her finger over Charlotte’s lower lip and the down to the smooth steel collar. The tag was engraved ‘Schwarz 479’.
Isabel frowned; 479 was her room number.
Had there been some sort of mix up? Was she supposed to be the one in bondage?
She shuddered. Would she mind waking up like that in Charlotte’s bed?
The thought brought a rush of excitement, a stiffening of her nipples and a wetness between her legs.
Her fingers roamed lower, touching the thick rings piercing Charlotte’s nipples and watching as the nipples responded to her touch. The response made her look down at her own body wondering if she too had rings again but she could only see the slight swelling of her implants where her nipples poked through cutaways in a little black rubber bralet; she was wearing rubber knickers too and when she reached down, she wasn’t surprised to find they were split crotch. Touching herself like that had predictable results and she couldn’t resist doing it again.
‘Did we…?’ She whispered quietly to herself, her gaze falling on the huge phallus strapped to Charlotte’s loins. ‘Did that go inside me?’
She reached out and touched it with her finger, it was slightly damp, slimy…
A jarring rattle jerked her attention away.
Her alarm!
So this was a dream and…
But nothing changed except that Charlotte woke up.
‘Mnnng.’ Charlotte moved, lifting her head and rolling slightly then, clearly realising she was restrained, simply lay down again in a gesture that was so submissive, Isabel felt a rush of possessive longing.
‘Challenge initiated,’ a voice said, ‘you have twenty eight hours to complete the task.’
‘Amnnk?’ Charlotte lifted her head again and began to struggle.
‘Charlie!’ Isabel laid what she hoped was a reassuring hand on her friend’s shoulder. ‘I’m here.’
Charlotte stilled, turning her head to look in Isabel’s direction even though the blindfold stopped her seeing anything.
‘Ng ied ug.’ Charlotte said unnecessarily. ‘agged oo! Indold.’
‘I know,’ Isabel said. ‘I’ll untie you in a moment.’
‘Nd u?’
‘No, I’m not tied up.’
‘Oh!’ Charlotte’s lips curled into a smile as she realised the implication of Isabel’s words.
‘Which means…’ Isabel toyed with one of Charlotte’s nipple rings as she looked longingly at the phallus.
‘Mmmmm…’ Charlotte squirmed happily.
‘Seventeen hours and fifty nine minutes…’
Isabel reached out and silenced her alarm then, taking one more lingering look at the phallus climbed out of bed.
Charlotte’s restraints were locked in place but Isabel spotted keys on her desk and picked them up. As she did so, she glanced at the books that lay open beside them; one had a picture of a woman bent over with her arms bound behind her stretching up to the ceiling, her legs were held apart at the ankle and there were clips on her nipples attached to rings in the floor to keep her bent over. A head harness attached to a rope pulled her head back and a small cutaway showed that this was attached to a rectal hook. It appeared to be some sort of instruction manual and, flipping it over Isabel saw it was entitled ‘Predicament Bondage - An Introduction’.
There were other books above the desk: ‘Domination for Beginners’, ‘How to Control Your Sub’, ‘Proportional Punishment’.
Certainly not the standard engineering texts she was used to.
She spotted an ID card hanging on the back of the chair and picked it up.
‘Isabel Schwarz,’ she read. ‘Masters in Domination Studies: Year 1. Kink University - Department of BDSM’.
‘Hmmm.’ She glanced back at Charlotte smiling to herself. ‘Is this part of my course?’
She went back to Charlotte and selected the key for the head harness, undoing the padlock and then releasing the heavy straps. Charlotte blinked at her as she lifted away the blindfold, gaze unfocussed, the imprints of the harness clearly visible on her face.
‘Innng.’
The red ball gag was huge and Isabel had to pull hard to remove it from Charlotte’s mouth, pushing it down to force her jaw wider before it would come past her teeth. Charlotte whimpered, working her jaw and then licking her lips.
‘Thangs,’ she slurred, ‘thad was…’ She stopped speaking at the sound of a click. Charlotte’s tongue moved and the click came again. She tried to move her arms but couldn’t.
‘Ith,’ she said with another click, ‘have I got a tongue stud?’ Charlotte held out her pink tongue and there, glistening in the centre was a small silver sphere.
‘Yes.’ Isabel felt an urge to touch it and then to be touched by it.
‘Cool!’ Charlotte clicked the stud against her teeth. ‘They’re very good for cunnilingus.’
Isabel felt herself blushing and blushed even more when Charlotte opened her eyes.
‘Oh, Iz.’ The slightly stunned morning expression vanished and her smile dimpled her cheeks. ‘You look hot!’
Isabel felt herself blushing more.
‘You don’t look too bad yourself.’
Charlotte looked down, raising an eyebrow suggestively when she saw the phallus strapped to her groin.
‘You found me like this and you didn’t take advantage of me?’
‘Well, we do have an escape challenge to tackle.’ Isabel hadn’t realised how in control of the situation she had been feeling until that moment. ‘Or maybe I wanted to try the tongue stud.’
Charlotte smirked. ‘I’m not sure you’ll ever change.’ Then she looked around. ‘Is this your room?’
‘I think so…yes, it is, my ID card is here.’ She’d put it on the bed with the keys.
‘Domination studies?’ Charlotte’s grin widened. ‘I bet you’re as good at that as everything else you do.’ She made a show of struggling. ‘Pretty good, I’d say.’
Isabel stood and selected a key to the buckles of the arm binder. ‘Do you still remember any escapology?’ she asked as she undid the first lock.
Charlotte lifted her head, thinking. ‘No, it’s all gone. I have seen girls get out of these though.’ She wiggled her arms. ‘I’ve done it a few times myself.’ She glanced round at Isabel. ‘And I’ve paid the forfeit of not getting out a few times too.’
Isabel decided it might be safer to ignore her.
‘I’m sure we could, you know.’ Charlotte said.
‘Could what?’
‘Have a little fun before we make a start on this escape challenge.’ Charlotte’s voice carried a hint of mischief and she clicked the tongue stud against her teeth.
‘I think we should get on.’
‘I’m just saying that if I’d have found you like this, I don’t think I’d have gotten out of bed until lunchtime…or possibly all day.’
‘Then it’s probably just as well it was this way round,’ Isabel said, a bit more primly than she meant. ‘I mean…’ She faltered. ‘I mean it wouldn’t have been much fun for you.’
‘I’d have been fine, there’s more going on inside this belt than outside.’ Charlotte gave a suggestive laugh and then sat still to allow Isabel to free her arms. ‘Oh, that feels good.’ She rolled her shoulders rubbing the skin where the straps had chafed and left red marks. The blonde had, Isabel saw, steel cuffs locked onto her wrists; thin, elegant and snug against the skin. She took hold of one of Charlotte’s hands and examined it. Rolling the wrist over she noted it was slightly thicker on the inside of the wrist and there was a ring which she assumed to be a lock but when she pulled on it with her fingernail a small ring lifted.
‘Oh.’ Charlotte looked too. ‘Do you have the keys for these?’
‘There don’t seem to be any keyholes,’ Isabel said.
Charlotte examined her other wrist, finding the same. ‘You mean I’m stuck in these?’
‘I think so.’
‘Oh.’ Charlotte looked slightly bemused.
‘You have them on your ankles too.’
Charlotte’s ankles were locked together by a similar set of snugly fitting cuffs just above the top of her boots. They were linked by a padlock which opened easily when Isabel crouched and inserted the next key. As she removed it, the rings of the cuffs clicked back.
‘You’re wearing a collar too.’
Charlotte lifted her hand to her neck, feeling the slim band around her neck and finding the tag clipped to the extending ring at the front. She had, Isabel thought, gone rather quiet.
‘We’d better get you out of this.’ Isabel took hold of the padlock of the harness around Charlotte’s loins holding the phallus in place.
‘I think it’s best if I do this one,’ Charlotte said, catching her hand. ‘You know, mysteries in a relationship and all that.’ She stood, wobbling slightly on the ballet heels.
Isabel looked up from where she was crouched, taking in Charlotte’s long legs and the huge phallus and the strappy harness holding it in place. She could enjoy dominating Charlotte and yet, if the blonde ordered her to, she’d drop to her knees right now and worship that perfect body before letting herself be strapped down to the bed so that her helpless body could enjoy that big…big…
‘Iz?’
‘Sorry.’ Isabel stood. ‘I’m fine.’ She knew she was blushing.
‘I don’t suppose that door opens?’ Charlotte asked, looking at the interconnecting door between their rooms.
‘It never has before.’
‘It’s never looked like that before,’ Charlotte said, ‘or had a bolt on your side.’
The door did look different; it was metal for a start and had a grill in it and what looked like a hatch that could be slid across the grill; it did indeed have a bolt.
Charlotte walked across to it and peered through the grating. Isabel saw her frown then watched as she pulled back to bolt and opened the door.
The room beyond was dingy and Charlotte fumbled on the wall for a light switch feeling rough brick beneath her fingers. There was a metal switch of the sort found in old outhouses like a mini metal joystick and she flipped it down. A single bulb hanging from a cord glowed lighting the room dimly - a bare wooden floor, unplastered walls with metal rings set in at various heights; a thin mattress on a low metal cot fitted with more rings and at least a dozen heavy leather straps; a desk at around knee height with a little stool about a foot high that was little more than a narrow plank and looked very uncomfortable. There were no pictures on the walls and the only window, covered by shutters, was barred.
‘Iz?’ Charlotte looked back at the room behind her with its white painted walls and posters, bright curtains and the carpeted floor suddenly nervous about crossing the threshold. Perhaps it reminded her of the old house they stayed in during summers when she was a child; the one where they'd done the halloween themed escape.
And we succeeded in that one. But now I’m here.
Isabel came over and peered over her shoulder.
‘Oh! That’s…’
Isabel’s presence comforted her, the pressure of her body against Charlotte’s back.
‘I wonder what I’m studying.’ Charlotte forced herself to cross the threshold. Her ID badge was on the low desk, a desk that a girl would have to kneel at to work or sit straddling that very uncomfortable looking stool.
‘Charlotte Scarlett: Undergraduate in Submissive Studies: Year 1’.
‘Well, that explains it.’ She passed the badge to Isabel and picked up one of the books on her desk: ‘How to Please your Mistress or Master.’ Opening it, she flicked through the chapters entitled ‘Foot Worship’, ‘Seductive Drooling’ and ‘Dealing with Pain.’ She paused for a moment at Chapter 7: ‘Submissive Posturing’ which carried photos of girls in submissive poses: lying on their bellies with their hands behind their back or down on their knees with their legs spread wide; one showed a blonde who resembled Charlotte kneeling with her hands behind her head before a girl who resembled Isabel and it made her glance at the girl next to her.
The girl in the black fetish underwear reading for a Masters in Domination - in whose bed she had woken bound and gagged and…full.
The next chapter was on ‘Successful Fellatio.’ Charlotte grinned to herself. She had this one covered. She could probably skip the chapter on cunnilingus too. Absently, she clicked her tongue stud against her teeth.
‘I’m going to go and…’ Charlotte gestured to the harness around her loins. She wasn’t a girl to be flustered by a situation like this but the room and their apparent difference in status unbalanced her as much as the boots.
Her ensuite bathroom was still there but the door was simply a greying torn curtain. She pulled it aside and stepped through finding the bathroom matched the ambience of the room with a tiny metal bathtub that had a strange ridge in the base that might be uncomfortable to sit on and was fitted with rings, an old enamel sink with an old-fashioned tarnished metal cold tap and an Asian style toilet that a girl would have to squat over.
‘You ok in there?’ Isabel asked through the curtain.
‘Yes, fine.’ Charlotte inserted the key into the lock on her harness and then undid the straps. The phallus inside her was bigger than she’d expected as was the butt plug which took a bit of courage to pull out. She was glad of the stall to squat over.
Standing, she regarded herself in the mirror as she turned on the tap and washed her hands in the cold water. She’d looked better, her hair was tousled and there were marks on her face left by the harness gag. Her lips were dry, slightly cracked. She could definitely use a facial. Looking down, she saw the collar, snug around her neck and she fingered the little tag turning it to read what was stamped on it.
‘Oh!’
She let the tag fall with a little clink, her gaze lifting to see the Charlotte in the mirror gazing back at her with the same strange mix of emotions; that Charlotte with thick rings in her nipples that were substantial enough to be used to chain a girl up, or perhaps lead her, with red marks on her shoulders and chest from her night in bondage. The blonde who was apparently reading ‘Submissive Studies’ and had cuffs locked - no, not locked - fastened/welded/fixed on her wrists and ankles. Below the waist, oddly, things weren’t quite so bad; her pussy was clean shaven and she couldn’t resist running her fingers over it to feel its smoothness. At least that was one advantage of being here - no waxing and no shaving. The thought made her smile albeit a little wanly. Perhaps they could arrange it so she didn’t have to worry about hair and makeup either. She had a ring down below too, like ones in her nipples and she couldn’t resist touching it. She’d known it was there during her time in Kink’s games but it was probably the first time she’s actually been able to touch it. Cautiously, she pulled it, surprised both by how firmly fixed it was to her body and jolt of pleasure produced by manipulating it.
Oh! That’s nice.
She lifted her other hand to one of her nipple rings and pulled that too.
Oh!
Her vision seemed to slip into soft focus and she ran a hand through her hair before returning it to her nipple.
‘Oh, yes!’
‘Charlotte?’
‘I’m fine, Iz.’ Her voice was breathy, a little forced. ‘Be right there…’
She heard Isabel go back through the connecting door and closed her eyes enjoying the touch of her fingers as they played with the rings. Switching hands after a few moments to ensure she felt the pleasure in both nipples.
Oh, god.
She moved her hips, closing her eyes, pleasure flooding her body, unsteady now on the huge heels but not wanting to reach out for support. Pleasure bubbled up inside her, oozing seductively from her nipples into her breasts and then out into her chest and seeping from her loins into her lower belly and down her thighs then rising to join with that sensation in her chest.
‘Oh fuck…’
Before she knew it, she was on the verge of orgasm.
‘Charlotte…’ Isabel pushed the curtain aside and came into the bathroom.
‘Iz!’ Charlotte turned abruptly at the interruption, blushing furiously.
‘Charlotte are you…?’
‘Sorry.’ Charlotte swallowed trying not to meet Isabel’s gaze. The little bathroom suddenly felt very small with both of them in there. ‘It was…I just…’ She pushed past Isabel and out into her room fanning herself with her fingers and praying Isabel would give her a moment of privacy as she took a series of deep breaths, pacing on the wooden floor, heels clicking.
It’s just natural, I mean…
She panted, leaning on the wall then pulled her hand away from the dusty rough surface glancing round for some sort of distraction or reassurance..
She was only a fraction more in control when Isabel emerged from the bathroom but at least the blush was fading along with the sexual joy she had felt a few moments before.
‘Are you ok, Charlie?’
Charlotte nodded. ‘Yes, fine.’ She took a deep breath.
‘You were gone quite a long time.’ Isabel’s tone sounded almost accusatory.
‘A girl must have a few moments to make herself look good for her…’ Charlotte levelled her gaze at Isabel pleading with her to understand. Then she plastered her best dimpled smile across her face. ‘I hope Mistress understands.’ The blush started to come back.
‘Mistress?’ Isabel’s lips curled into a grin.
‘That’s what you are, isn't it?’
Isabel’s smile faded and she nodded, a more serious expression on her face than Charlotte had expected.
‘You’d better read these.’ Isabel gestured to a wooden notice bolted to Charlotte’s side of the interconnecting door.
“University 10 Golden Rules:
- Submissives must obey their dominants without question
- Submissives who disobey must be punished immediately
- Submissives must address dominants as ‘Master’ or ‘Mistress’ at all times
- Submissives must kneel in the presence of others unless given permission to stand
- Submissives must be kept naked except when dressed for the pleasure of their dominants
- Submissives must be restrained when outside their cage or cell
- Submissives left unattended on campus must be caged or tethered
- Submissives must not speak unless given permission
- Submissives must never touch themselves unless given permission and must always seek permission before orgasm
- Submissives must be disciplined at least once per day even if they have not accrued any demerits”
‘Oh!’ Charlotte swallowed, suddenly uncomfortable again. ‘I’m your submissive aren’t I? Your slave.’ She glanced around the bare room. ‘This collar has your name and room number on the tag.’ Her hand went to her neck. ‘You own me, don’t you?’ She felt the heat coming back to her skin, a mix of the embarrassment she’d just felt for being caught masturbating mingling with desires that lingered within her - and fear. She’d played sub before but there was something different about this, something that left her with no control.
‘I think that more or less sums it up.’ Isabel met her gaze, levelly. She might have softened it with an ‘I think’ but there seemed no doubt in her tone.
‘Oh, Iz!’
‘I think you mean ‘Oh, Mistress?’ Isabel took a step towards her standing up straight.
Charlotte looked back at Isabel, forcing herself to meet that gaze. This was Isabel, her friend…her lover. She could be bossy, commanding even in the right setting, inspiring especially in an escape room.
She wouldn’t really hurt me, would she?
It was just a role in a scenario and it’s not as if she, Charlotte, hadn’t submitted to Isabel before.
‘Yes, Mistress.’ Charlotte bit her lower lip gently and dropped to her knees placing her hands behind her head like the girl in the book.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door of her own room and Isabel made herself turn away from Charlotte. She hadn’t been entirely sure the blonde would obey her and was relieved when she had.
‘There must be no collusion between students.’ The words of the note ran through her head. She’d been assigned the role of dominant; it was a role she was more than willing to play. There was a time, she thought, when she’d have doubted her ability to play dominant over Charlotte but now…
She probably ought to tell Charlotte about the letter but was that collusion?
I can’t tell her.
She strode back into her own room leaving the blonde kneeling naked save for her boots.
‘Who is it?’
‘Breakfast, Miss Schwarz.’
Isabel looked down at herself taking in the peephole rubber bra and split crotch knickers and cast around for something to cover herself with but there was nothing obvious.
What standard of dress was required by a student of ‘Domination Studies’?
Maybe a domme could wear what she wanted.
‘Come in,’ she called, making herself stand brazenly even as she realised she’d been wearing the outfit to have sex with Charlotte. However, there was nothing she could do as the door opened and a woman of about thirty entered carrying a tray. Isabel recognised her as one of the porters from her own university. The uniform was a little briefer, the vest tight with no blouse beneath leaving her arms bare and displaying a deep cleavage; and tight leather shorts instead of the usual trousers; heels instead of Oxfords.
‘Rose?’
The woman’s face lit up with a smile. ‘You always remember, Miss.’ She bowed her head slightly in acknowledgement. ‘Coffee and bagels, Miss.’ She set the tray down. ‘You’ll need to be getting a move on, if I may say so, Miss. Class in thirty minutes and you’re not dressed.’
‘Yes, Rose…er, late night,’ she managed then added, ‘studying.’
‘Bless you, Miss. The exams are tomorrow I believe.’
Isabel managed not to react. ‘Yes, of course, Rose, tomorrow. I’m all prepared.’ She gestured to the open course handbook she’d found while awaiting Charlotte.
‘I hope they go well, Miss. You…’ Rose stopped speaking abruptly, turning towards the connecting door to Charlotte’s room. Charlotte stood in the doorway, she was still naked save the toe boots and was leaning nonchalantly on the doorframe, one hand over her breasts and the other in front of her pussy.
‘Iz…?’
Rose rolled her eyes. ‘I don’t know why you stand it, Miss Schwarz. If she was mine, I’d have sent her back and asked for another long ago.’ She glared at Charlotte who looked somewhat upset and confused.
Isabel glanced at Charlotte, reading the scene and made a small motion with her hand indicating that the blonde should kneel.
Charlotte frowned.
‘Don’t make me give you another demerit.’ There was a whip hanging on the back of the door and Isabel picked it up.
Charlotte seemed to catch on and dropped to her knees putting her hands behind her head.
‘I don’t think you punish her enough, if you don’t mind me saying,’ Rose opined, still glaring at the kneeling blonde as she took a metal bowl from the tray and placed it on the floor in front of Charlotte before removing the cover to reveal something that looked like porridge. Then she straightened up and looked at Isabel looking slightly flustered before dropping her eyes. ‘Anyway, I must be going, Miss.’
‘Thank you, Rose. It’s a shame I won’t be able to enjoy quite such a leisurely breakfast now I have to discipline my sub as well.’ She did her best to sound menacing as she tapped the whip onto her palm.
‘Bloody cheek!’ Charlotte said as the door closed behind Rose. ‘What’s on the tray?’ She started to rise but suddenly found Isabel standing over her with the whip and displaying a disapproving expression on her face.
‘I take it you’ve read the rules.’ Isabel said, tapping the whip against her palm.
‘Yes, but…’
Slash!
A streak of pain exploded across Charlotte’s breasts.
‘Rule 2.’
Submissives who disobey must be punished immediately
‘Iz!’
‘That’s, Mistress, to you and don’t forget it.’
‘Iz…’
A second slash of pain.
‘Rule 3.’
Submissives must address dominants as ‘Master’ or ‘Mistress’ at all times
‘Now look, Iz! I don’t know what…’
Isabel’s fist in her hair stopped her.
‘You are a submissive - my submissive; I am a dominant - your dominant.’ She pulled Charlotte’s head back to emphasise her words. ‘You will not disobey me again.’
Rule 1.
‘Iz…’ Charlotte saw Isabel raise the whip but that wasn’t what truly frightened her, it was the expression in Isabel’s eyes.
And the response of her own body.
‘Mistress… I’m sorry, Mistress.’ She swallowed and blinked back tears.
‘Good!’ Isabel sat down in her easy chair turning her face away to look at her breakfast and crossing her legs in a manner that gave Charlotte a brief flash of pussy through the split crotch of the rubber knickers. ‘Now, find me something to wear.’
Charlotte knelt for a moment, gaping at her. ‘Yes, Mistress.’ She started to rise but Isabel turned suddenly and placed the whip on her thigh.
‘Rule 4.’
Submissives must kneel in the presence of others unless given permission to stand.
‘Sorry, Mistress.’ Charlotte dropped back to her knees and crawled to the wardrobe.
This can’t be happening! She can’t really mean it! I’m not going to stand for this.
She glanced back at Isabel furiously. The rubber-clad brunette was sitting with her back straight and her shoulders back, her long legs crossed; a textbook rested in her lap and she held a bagel in one hand which she chewed distractedly.
Oh Isabel! You don’t know what power you have over me. Charlotte’s anger faded. You can’t imagine what I’d do for you. So maybe I could do this for her.
She slid a hand up to her right nipple and played with the ring nearly shuddering at the sensation it produced.
‘Charlotte!’ Isabel’s eyes didn’t leave the book but her fingers touched the whip beside it.
Rule 9.
‘Yes, Mistress.’ Charlotte crawled to the closet.
Isabel’s clothes were a study in leather and rubber and chain; a short red rubber skirt, a tight blue longline leather bra with multiple straps, an electric blue rubber mini-dress, a translucent latex catsuit, a leather bodice and boots! Lots of boots; thigh high, knee high, calf high, ankle high, all with killer heels.
‘Wow!’ Charlotte gasped, sliding the garments along the rail, the touch the material sending a thrill through her body despite her recent experience. ‘You have beautiful clothes, Mistress.’
Isabel looked over at her, halfway through the bagel.
‘Yes.’ Her expression was harsh but then she smiled slightly. ‘But don’t forget Rule 8.’
Submissives must not speak unless given permission.
How did Isabel obtain this stuff?
Charlotte selected a tight red rubber bra decorated with chains to go over a skin tight pair of black PVC knickers partly inspired by the clothing of a dominant in one of the pictures on Isabel’s wall. The woman was standing over a kneeling blonde whose arms were tied behind her back and was pushing a large gag into her mouth.
‘May I ask if this will be acceptable, Mistress?’ Charlotte crawled towards Isabel still on her knees.
Isabel looked up from her coffee, frowning as she scrutinised the garments.
‘Yes.’ She marked her page in the textbook with a folded sheet of paper and placed it onto the table beside the breakfast tray before standing up. ‘Dress me.’
‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘You may stand.’
Charlotte stood cautiously, her mind still reeling from their exchange a few moments ago. Isabel’s slender body was so elegant with its pale skin and the black rubber gave her the same sexual allure as the women in the posters, turning her from Isabel Schwarz to some fantasy goddess who deserved to be worshipped. Carefully, she unfastened the tight rubber bra then she bent and slid the rubber knickers down her legs. She could smell Isabel’s scent and smiled as the memories of their bodies together stoked the already simmering cauldron of her sex.
She longed to play with those rings piercing her body.
Or maybe Isabel could play with them - after she’s chained me up.
Charlotte’s fingers lightly traced down the side of Isabel’s body, brushing her firm, toned buttocks.
Was there ever a time when I didn’t have the hots for you, Mistress?
Then she caught a whiff of the coffee and suddenly realised how hungry she was.
‘Charlotte!’
‘Sorry, Mistress.’ Charlotte picked up the shorts and helped Isabel into them. They were ridiculously tight, resembling not only those worn by the woman whipping her submissive but by the submissive herself.
I wonder if I get to be dressed too or will she keep me naked.
Charlotte shuddered.
‘Mmm.’ Isabel let out a soft purr as the shorts insinuated them into her body and smiled.
Then Charlotte dressed her in the bra-top, enjoying the way the chains settled over her small, firm breasts deliberately risking the opportunity to brush hands over the stiffening nipples as she arranged them.
She’s enjoying this too.
‘Boots, Mistress?’
Isabel took a moment to respond then glanced at her wardrobe. ‘The black knee ones.’
‘Yes, Mistress.’ Charlotte dropped to her knees and crawled to the wardrobe to retrieve the boots; feeling a rush of pleasure as she returned with them held in her mouth. Then she knelt before her mistress who sat and allowed the blonde to slide them onto her feet. The pleasure brought on by this act was even more intense.
Am I really this submissive?
Placing the right boot between her thighs, Charlotte began to buckle the straps.
‘Good girl.’ Isabel’s booted toe gently tapped the ring in Charlotte’s clit sending electric sparks of pleasure though her body.
Charlotte moved onto the left boot.
‘You’d better eat your breakfast now.’ Isabel said.
‘Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress.’ She dropped back to all fours and began to crawl towards her bowl of porridge, still cooling on the floor. Her body almost singing with pleasure and loving the thought that she displaying herself as she did so.
‘Charlotte!’
Charlotte stopped.
‘You’ve left a mark on my boot.’
Charlotte turned. There was a damp patch on the toe of Isabel’s left boot that could only have come from one place.
‘Sorry, Mistress.’ Charlotte turned and crawled back, then bent to lick her own juices off the toe of her Mistress’s boot.
When they left the room some ten minutes later, Charlotte was still recovering from having to eat her porridge from a bowl on the floor, lapping it up with her tongue. It wasn’t so much the fact she’d had to do it which had felt utterly humiliating but how it had made her feel. After licking her mistress’ boots and crawling lasciviously away again she’d looked over her shoulder to meet Isabel’s gaze and then very deliberately lowered her head to lick the porridge as suggestively as a girl dressed in nothing but boots crouching on all fours can lick something.
I’m not submissive, she’d told herself and then the toe of Isabel’s boot had begun to tap her clit ring.
In the end she’d had to leave the rest for fear of breaking the university’s 9th rule.
Now she was restrained (rule 6) with a padlock between the rings of her wrist cuffs holding her arms behind her back and naked (rule 5) save for the toe boots. As well as her whip, Isabel carried a leash (rule 7). Charlotte was still a little unclear whether she was relieved or disappointed that it wasn’t attached to her collar.
Or even one of my rings!
They were walking across the campus, a replica of their own university, although with the addition of other students who also seemed to be taking kinky courses. There were naked submissives, some on leashes and some walking obediently behind their mistresses (it was mostly mistresses although there were a few masters). The subs were more or less an equal mix of males and females. Many of the female submissives wore chastity belts and the men almost universally had cages around their cocks or had their genitals strapped to the front of harnesses with tight straps around their balls many of which looked swollen with frustrated lust. A lot of the subs were gagged too and a few blindfolded being guided by leashes, some of which were attached to piercing rings.
Iz…Mistress, please note.
There were pet girls too and a few pet boys, mostly puppies but a few cute cat girls too with little pointed ears and whiskers and tails swinging from butt plugs. And there were ponies harnessed between the shafts of little gigs; most of these were boys and most of the drivers were girls - among them Tiffany.
The redhead waved to them and flicked her whip bringing her pony to the trot as she guided him up to them. The pony had dark, almost black skin and, aside from his tack and boots, was naked. His arms were pulled behind him in a reverse prayer type arrangement and his cock was essentially strapped tightly to his harness pointing up. He was bridled with blinkers obscuring the edge of his vision and he had a bit clamped tightly between his teeth to which his reins were attached.
‘Iz.’ Tiffany tapped the brim of her top hat with her whip as she drew the pony to a halt. The hat was made of red velvet and matched her riding jacket. She wore white blouse beneath the jacket that was thin enough to reveal that she wasn’t wearing a bra, meaning her large breasts bounced freely as she moved. Her legs were clad in tight black leather trousers and she was wearing heeled boots.
‘Hi Tiff.’ Isabel motioned for Charlotte to kneel and, a little reluctantly, she obeyed, dropping to look up at the pair of them.
‘Anything to report?’ Tiffany glanced round then lowered her voice. ‘I’ve found out there’s some sort of exam tomorrow and I guess we have to pass to get out of here.’
Isabel nodded. ‘Yes. We’re on our way to some sort of revision tutorial now.’
‘I’m off to the stables with Joel here for a final practice.’ She grinned. ‘We’ve been doing all kinds of practice this morning.’ She leaned closer to Isabel. ‘He’s hung like a fucking donkey!’
Isabel grinned. ‘I noticed.’
‘He’s eager too. First year Pony Studies student. Been kept like that for most of the term. I might have to let him cum if he performs well in the exam.’
‘Let’s hope he’s been studying diligently.’
The two girls laughed.
‘I can see Charlie’s on a submissive course?’ Tiffany looked down at the kneeling blonde. ‘Is she ok?’
‘I think I’m enjoying it more than she is.’
Charlotte lowered her head aware she was blushing. Submitting to Isabel was one thing, doing it in public in front of Tiffany was another.
Just hold it together, Charlotte!
‘Anyway.’ Tiffany lifted her whip. ‘Must be off.’
‘Wait.’ Isabel reached out and held her arm then glanced down at Charlotte before leaning in very close to Tiffany and whispering something into her ear which Charlotte couldn’t hear.
Tiffany nodded.
‘What’s going on?’ Charlotte’s curiosity was peaked.
Tiffany and Isabel looked down at her.
‘Oops, sorry.’ Charlotte bowed her head to cover the deepening blush spreading across her face.
‘What are you studying?’ Isabel asked.
‘Equine Domination and Stable Management.’
It’s not bloody fair, Charlotte fumed. Why couldn’t I be a pony? A stable might be better than my dorm room.
‘Nice,’ Isabel said, ‘I’m on a Masters in Domination.’
‘Anyway, must be going.’ Tiffany said. ‘Bye, Izzy, bye Charlie.’
‘Charlie.’ Isabel encouraged. Then again, ‘Charlie!’
Charlotte lifted her head. ‘Goodbye, Mistress Tiffany.’
Tiffany’s face broke into a huge smile and she flicked her whip sending Joel into a trot. ‘You know, I might stay to graduate.’ She called over her shoulder.
‘That’s definitely a demerit.’ Isabel said as Tiffany and Joel disappeared among the other students.
‘I’m sorry, Mistress.’ The blonde’s voice sounded small and Isabel thought she saw tears pricking behind her eyes. ‘May I speak now, Mistress?’
‘Yes.’
‘Mistress, I’m not sure I can do this.’ She looked up at Isabel, her face a picture of sadness tinged with a little fear.
Isabel crouched beside her, putting a reassuring hand on the blonde’s cheek. ‘Oh, Charlie.’ She smiled gently. ‘I wish there was something I could say.’ She brushed her thumb across Charlotte’s lower eyelid as a tear forced its way out. ‘You know I can’t go easy on you.’
‘It’s not that, Mistress.’
‘What then?’
‘I’m frightened.’
‘Of me?’
‘No, well, yes, a little. I’m frightened that…that…’
Isabel waited patiently.
‘That if I let myself fall into this role I’ll never want to do anything else.’ She bowed her head.
‘Oh.’ Isabel gazed at her.
That’s interesting.
‘Please don’t make me.’
Isabel smiled and slid her hand into Charlotte’s tousled mane of long blonde hair, tightened her fist and lifted her head, forcing the blonde to meet her mistress’ gaze.
‘Charlie, I love that you are doing it and you’re doing this for me.’ She smiled gently and saw Charlotte’s relieved expression. ‘You’ve no idea how hot it makes me having such control over you and seeing you like this.’
‘Really?’ Charlotte forced a smile.
‘Having you like this is a fantasy come true.’
‘It’s…just a fantasy then? I could do it for you, I suppose.’
Isabel watched the emotions play across Charlotte’s face - fear - relief - joy.
‘But, I want more than that.’ Isabel let her expression become stern. ‘I don’t want role-play, I want your submission. Total submission.’
Charlotte gaped at her.
‘So, Slave, I’m going to whip your breasts twice for speaking without permission then I’m going to put my whip in your mouth to remind you to remain silent. Then I’m going to clip my leash to that ring between your legs and I’m going to lead you across campus like the submissive slut you are.’
She thought Charlotte might cry.
‘Do you understand me, Slave?’
Charlotte gasped. ‘Yes, Mistress.’
Isabel smiled to herself as she led Charlotte across the campus to the BDSM studies building, the largest on campus according to the map she’d found and, coincidentally, in exactly the same spot at the engineering building in her real university.
How the fuck did I get away with that?
She wanted to turn and look at ‘her submissive’, wanted to confirm that she had Charlotte in bondage, naked, on a leash to her clit ring, effectively gagged with the whip. She’d sensed her lover’s discomfort and was well aware of her own; Isabel Schwarz: dominant.
Perhaps she’ll realise - though I’m not sure I want her to. I’m the dom, she’s the sub, she told herself. I can do this!
She watched a couple emerge from the BDSM studies building, a dominant with a submissive trailing in her wake, hooded and gagged and teetering on ankle high toe boots with her arms restrained behind her back just like Charlotte. The dominant was a pretty oriental girl who looked remarkably like a girl Isabel knew from her course, although she was wearing heavy make up that emphasised her eyes and her hair was braided. Her body looked way more toned than she’d imagined and she’d certainly never seen the girl dressed in a blue bra and knickers and heeled sandals.
Well, maybe in my fantasies - the ones that didn’t involve Charlotte.
She watched the way the girl moved, the way she swung her hips, that pouting look with her chin lifted. Charlotte did that sometimes.
And then the girl looked at her, eyes roving over her body and then over Charlotte, blood red lips curling into a smile.
‘Isabel.’ The girl said, nodding approval. ‘Nice.’
As far as Isabel remembered, the real Te Ling didn’t even know her name.
‘Yes.’ Isabel stopped bringing Charlotte to a halt and the girl snapped out her arm slapping her sub across the belly with the back of her hand and Isabel wondered briefly if the girl in the hood was also from her course. Te Ling often worked with a girl called Becky and the submissive was freckled and there was a wisp of strawberry blonde hair at the back of the hood.
‘Ready for tomorrow?’
‘Er, I think so.’
‘Oh, come on, Izzy.’ The girl gave a playful smile. ‘We all know you’re gonna get top marks.’
Isabel felt herself starting to blush.
‘Don’t be coy. You know you’re the hottest thing on campus and way ahead of the rest of us.’ She paused. ‘That’s why they gave you this monster to tame.’ She gestured to Charlotte, her eyes taking in the whip marks on the blonde’s breasts and the whip in her mouth. ‘I can see you’ve been exerting your authority.’
‘I think she’s getting the message.’
’So when it’s all over do you want to get together?’
‘Get together?’
The girl grinned. ‘We can ditch these two, right.’ She gestured to her sub and Charlotte. ‘Have a bit of hot action ourselves.’
‘Oh.’ Isabel looked at her. ‘Maybe.’
‘We’re all going for drinks afterwards at Molly’s Bar. You’re coming right?’
Molly’s bar was where her classmates went after class. She didn’t ever remember being invited - not that she’d have gone anyway. Isabel Schwarz did class, did homework, did escape rooms - and when she wasn’t doing that there was a room in the basement of her halls where she went to dance.
‘Yeah, sure, wouldn’t miss it.’ Isabel smiled. ‘Must be going, don’t want to be late for my final tutorial.’
‘You’re going to a revision session?’ The girl sounded stunned. ‘Really?’ She held up a folder she was carrying. ‘I went for the notes but didn’t stay for the class. It’s Miss Manners.’ She pulled a disapproving face.
Miss Manners was one of the engineering lecturers, one of the few women to teach the course. Isabel regarded her as a role model.
‘You know, last minute advice, something might come up.’
‘Oh, Izzy, you are sooo keen. I wish I was like you.’ She grinned. ‘Anyway, must go. Got to prepare my set for tomorrow.’
‘Yeah, great. Good to see you.’
Set? What set?
‘And you.’ Te Ling tugged on her sub’s leash and the girl followed obediently leaving Isabel to swipe herself into the building.
Isabel gaped at the scene. She was standing in a replica of the engineering building with students milling around in the foyer. Students she knew! Only most of them were on leashes and most were in bondage. To some degree it figured, there was a fairly limited number of girls reading engineering. At least 90% of those on her course were male and most of those she tended to give a wide birth to. She wasn’t against Dungeons and Dragons and heavy rock and she quite liked geeks but there was a limit. Most of the guys she recognised were clearly subs. Half her year must be here. All the girls on her course were obviously dominant. That was Melissa with…Kelvin! She saw there were a whole load of others there too. The cheerleading team (very definitely not engineers) mostly had two or three subs on leashes, guys she’d seen around campus and a few girls. Charlotte’s vice captain had Sandra on a leash attached to her nipples!
‘Isabel!’ A voice made Isabel look up.
Miss Manners was dressed in a tight leather bolero jacket and cordovan hat that dangled spiked balls from the brim which danced menacingly as she turned her head. A black leather Zorro mask covered the upper part of her face - or was that Zorra! She had a white blouse beneath the jacket and skin tight black leather trousers tucked into knee high boots that sported five inch heels.
‘Why don’t we go into my office, Miss Schwarz?’
Isabel looked up at her. She’d always been in awe of Miss Manners and seeing her like this, a whip tucked into her boot only amplified her anxiety in the woman’s presence.
Miss Manner’s office was not as she remembered it. It was the office of Professor Cox, the head of the Engineering Faculty and the sign on the door confirmed that Miss Manners - Professor Manners (not even associate professor) now held the lead role.
“Lead Dominatrix of BDSM Studies”.
There was someone else in the office too. A man. A muscular man! Associate Professor Jackman.
Associate Professor Jackman was, at this moment, naked and strapped to a diagonal cross. He had a large gag in his mouth and, presumably, as a result of his position at the mercy of Miss Manners, his cock was stiffly erected.
‘The professor here has been helping me with some research,’ Professor Manners purred, running a blood red and very shiny nail down the helpless man’s body.
There may only be a dozen girls on Isabel’s course but they all swooned at the sight of Jackman. Hell, half the cheerleading team sat through lectures on mechanics just to watch him in action.
Isabel saw the man’s gaze swing to her and then to Charlotte!
Bloody typical.
No! It swung back to her and his large cock twitched.
Professor Manners turned and smiled at Isabel. ‘Are you quite sure you haven’t changed your mind?’ she asked. ‘There are still a few male subs that need a good dominant for next term and they’re so much easier to manipulate than girls.’
Isabel watched as Professor Manners picked up a vicious looking set of nipple clamps and attached them to Jackman’s nipples. Jackman whimpered.
‘How long’s it been, Jon?’ She tugged on the chain between the clamps producing another whimper of pain. ‘Three weeks?’ Her hand slid down to his rampant cock and he squirmed urgently. ‘I bet those balls of yours feel ready to explode.’ She squeezed them until he whimpered.
She glanced back at Isabel. ‘Give up the bratty blonde and all this could be yours, Isabel. I need a PhD student next year and you’d be the ideal candidate, especially with some skill in handling gimps like Jackie here.’ Professor Manners turned her intimidating gaze on Isabel as she spoke and gestured to the plush office. ‘You’re the best student in the faculty, Iz. Don’t waste yourself on her.’
Isabel glanced at Charlotte.
‘She, er, might be…’ Isabel felt herself beginning to blush just like she always did when confronted by Miss Manners. ‘She’s my sub.’ She finished feeling the comment was rather lame.
Miss Manners rolled her eyes.
‘If you say so.’ She folded her arms across her chest. ‘Go on then, put her through her paces.’
Isabel looked from Miss Manners to Charlotte frantically and saw a flicker of understanding in Charlotte’s eyes. If only she didn’t have the whip in her mouth.
But then I can hardly ask my sub what to do!
Miss Manners was clearly waiting. ‘Miss Schwarz, you have your first semester exams tomorrow. What have you been doing all term?’
Isabel glanced at Charlotte who seemed to be gesturing with her eyes and she turned and walked towards the blonde, reaching for her whip.
‘I…we are completely prepared,’ Isabel said.
Isabel was the kind of girl who prepared for exams a term in advance, who completed assignments within a week of them being set. She suddenly found herself completely at sea with the prospect of a test and no preparation - and no experience of fobbing off tutors with excuses. She’d only skimmed the course handbook and had managed only one chapter from the textbook she’d opened at breakfast time.
She really had to get hold of those notes Te Ling had mentioned.
‘We?’ Miss Manners frowned.
‘I have prepared…prepared her for the…the set tomorrow.’
Professor Manners' frown faded.
‘You know what to do, slut.’ Isabel said as authoritatively as she could.
‘Yes, Mistress.’ Charlotte padded towards the helpless male submissive and dropped to her knees in front of him.
Isabel was barely able to suppress a cry of horror.
‘Mistress has been training me on the simulator,’ Charlotte said, looking up at Miss Manners. ‘I’m fully conversant with basic fellatio.’
Professor Manners’ frown returned.
‘Charlotte,’ Isabel said gently, ‘why don’t you remind me and the professor here of Rule 8.’
‘Oh.’ Charlotte hung her head. ‘Sorry, Mistress, sorry, professor. That’s the one about not speaking unless given permission, isn’t it.’
‘That’s a demerit, isn't it Charlotte.’
‘Yes, Mistress.’
Professor Manners glanced at Isabel. ‘Are you sure you don’t want to change subs?’
‘Quite sure,’ Isabel assured her. ‘This is an advanced course and I think having a challenging sub will stretch me.’
Professor Manners smiled thinly. ‘Let’s hope she doesn’t screw things up for you tomorrow.’
‘I’m sure she won’t.’
The professor sighed and addressed Charlotte. ’Let’s see what you have learned. I’m sure Professor Cox will be more than happy to provide feedback.’
‘Yes, Mistress.’ Charlotte leaned forward and kissed the drooling member in front of her face. Then she ran her tongue over the head. The submissive groaned and his cock instantly began to drool.
Isabel watched with a mix of awe and fascination as Charlotte licked and kissed the drooling cock before taking it between her lips. She vaguely recalled Priya doing the same on a ‘simulator’ in one of their escapes.
How did Charlotte become so confident, so proficient?
The helpless man’s head went back as a moan escaped his lips. His cock was about half way into Charlotte’s mouth and Isabel couldn’t shake the impression that the blonde was actually enjoying herself. She glanced at Professor Manners who was watching intently.
Charlotte took the man deeper.
Fellatio was like falling off a log. It was easier than falling off a log especially when you had the body of a cheerleader and the face of an angel. She didn’t go down often but there were times when it was expedient.
Expedient - that was one of Isabel’s words. She’d looked it up. It meant… She knew what it meant and going down to save face for Isabel was expedient.
Men were all the same. You didn’t really have to do much, just look pretty and suggest that you were easy. Having a hot body and being captain of the cheerleading team helped, of course. But, if a girl ever got to this stage, any man was putty in her hands.
Jackman was squirming, writhing, whimpering into his gag. He was about to pop.
Charlotte leaned back.
‘Should I let him cum, Mistress?’ she asked, looking directly at Isabel.
She saw Isabel blanche and look at Miss Manners.
For god’s sake, is she completely naive? She is and that’s why I love her.
Charlotte gave a tiny shake of her head hoping that Miss Manners might not notice.
‘No!’ Isabel sounded flustered but it was the right response.
In the edge of her vision, Charlotte saw Professor Manners nod and smile even as Professor Jackman moaned into his gag in frustration.
‘Yes, Mistress,’ Charlotte said. ‘Would you like to gag me before I stand?’
‘Yes.’
She saw Isabel fumble in her bag and pull out a large ball gag then opened her mouth, relieved. She really needed to have a talk with Isabel. Why was the girl really trying to dominate her? She didn’t mind playing sub, she realised, certainly not to Isabel but the girl was going to have to up her game if this was going to work and, if she was going to pass this exam which, presumably, was the key to this escape then they were going to have to work together.
‘So,’ said Miss Manners looking at Isabel as she stood behind the kneeling blonde. ‘You understand the exam tomorrow.’
‘Would you mind going through it once more, Professor, just to be sure I’ve got it.’
Professor Manners sighed. ‘Oh, Isabel. Are you sure you’re alright?’
‘Fine, Professor,’ Isabel said. ‘I was studying late last night and my head’s not completely clear this morning.’
‘I see.’ Professor Manners nodded. ‘You’ll be asked to do a tie of some sort on an ‘unseen sub’, probably from the Bishop range we’ve covered this term, so there will be straps and cuffs and bars available and then you’ll have ten minutes to do a set with Charlotte here. The unseen sub will be a post-doc researcher. She’ll be very submissive and will have been kept in chastity for a month before the exam so she’ll be very willing to please.’
‘Thank you.’ Isabel forced a smile. ‘Any tips for the ‘set’?’ This was more familiar territory for her - exploring every avenue to ensure top marks.
‘It’s probably a bit late to change anything drastically now,’ Professor Manners said, ‘but make sure you demonstrate all the key techniques we’ve covered this term - dominance, tight restraint, corporal punishment and, most importantly, don’t forget to allow her to show you her gratitude.’ She looked at Charlotte. ‘You’ll be assessed too, Charlotte, so you’d better have those rules straight by tomorrow. I know it’s your first term and you got here because of who you are but the university does have standards.’
Isabel saw Charlotte blush and recognised the hurt look in her eyes.
‘Anyway, these are the revision notes Professor Hall prepared.’ She handed a small file of A4 papers to Isabel. ‘I don’t expect you’ll need them but it might be worth making sure you haven’t missed anything - Masters entry students sometimes lack the depth of those who’ve done the full undergraduate course. Though I doubt that applies to you.’
‘Thank you, Professor.’ Isabel took the papers gratefully and stuffed them in her bag. ‘Come along, Charlotte.’ She turned to go.
‘And, Miss Schwarz.’
‘Yes, Professor?’ Isabel turned. ‘Remember, no collusion.’
Isabel felt her cheeks begin to flush. ‘Of course not, Professor.’
‘You too, Charlotte. You’re here to learn and it goes without saying that Miss Schwarz will be expecting your full obedience and submission tomorrow.’