The next morning Venus is prepared to meet with Mistress Lesbia. She is washed and even perfumed and her hair is fixed. Finally she is ‘dressed’ for her presentation. A thick chromed metal collar is fastened around her neck.
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Venus is surprised at how thick and heavy it is.
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The last of Venus’ costume is the heavy wrist irons that lock her arms behind her back and thick shackles with a very short chain constrain her ankles.
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Venus is shuffled into Lesbia’s ‘throne room’ where Lesbia lounges waiting for her slave. Venus stands naked except for the irons before her mistress. Lesbia gazes over her slave and smugly says “I understand you have come to your senses and are ready to perform your duties.”
“I have, mistress” Venus says. The word ‘mistress’ is like acid in the mouth of Venus as saying it concedes her capitulation to her slavery.
“Very good to hear, my slave” Lesbia coos. “It is my understanding that you are a virgin.”
“I am, mistress” Venus admits.
“I don’t think I have met a virgin woman at your age” Lesbia says. “Is it safe to assume you have never had anal sex?”
“I have not.”
“Surely you have giving a blowjob” Lesbia accuses.
“I’m not even sure how to do one” Venus says.
“Oh this is going to be marvelous” exclaims Lesbia. “Turn around and show me your ass!”
Venus turns around and presents her rump to her mistress. The very action reinforces her submission to Mistress Lesbia.
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Lesbia says “This weekend you will be taken before an audience. I can hardly wait to watch your ass fucked!”
Venus does not what to expect but the glee in Lesbia’s voice has Venus sure that she is in for less than a pleasant experience! That night Venus is chained in a tower room. She cannot believe what she is facing.
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It has been only a few weeks back that Venus was living the pampered life of a princess. She wonders how many days are there before ‘this weekend’ happens.