Chapter 7 Male slave, female slave…

In the guardhouse, E69MSE had finished serving the hearty breakfast to the rough men he had been entrusted to as punishment for his poor performance at the Count's. Naked, he was passed from hand to hand, each guard grabbing him for a moment to indulge in a few hard gropes and other fondlings.

 The slave deeply felt the degradation to which he was delivered. Deprived of the Presence of his venerated Master, he was nothing more than an object that these coarse men used without consideration, with the only limit of not putting his health and physical integrity in danger.

 One of the guards had him across his knees and he was squeezing his balls with one hand, while with the other he devoured thick slices of bread covered with a game terrine.

 Various smells mingled around the table, food, sweat already despite the early hour... We were a long way from the refined atmosphere of the castle.

 The man who was enjoying the slave threw him roughly to the ground while emitting a loud burp...

 - "Come on, female dog, go get your bowl!"

 Slave 69 went to the kitchen to get a tin bowl. Then returning to the table, he came to present himself to a first guard, head and eyes lowered, holding the bowl towards him. The man poured the remains of his snack into it, crusts of bread and cheese, fat from cold cuts... but before the slave moved on to the next one, the guard sent a thick spit on the remains.

 - "Thank you, sir, for granting me this food," the slave said aloud, under amused glances.

 So E69MSE went around the table, each guard giving him his leftovers with a spit and receiving a humble thank you in return. Then the slave set his mess tin at the last guard's feet and began to eat what was his morning's fare, while the men began to prepare for their long day of forestry service.

 As soon as he had finished his bowl, which had to be completely consumed, E69MSE hurried to clear the table, tidy up and do the dishes. The slightest delay would be immediately punished, he knew that. Finishing quickly, he went to stand in the corner, on his knees, waiting for the whistle that would mean the guards were going to come out and that he had to follow. Whistle! E69MSE advanced on all fours to the outside where the guards were already, checking their rifles and revving the engine of their all-terrain vehicle.

 Two guards were chatting... one of them approached the slave

 - "No need for you this morning, female dog. You'd only get in our way."

 He grabbed the rope that served as a leash and pulled on it to drag E69MSE after him. They reached the kennel, a large fenced-in space, where three chained mastiffs had been fed early in the morning by the slave who feared them terribly.

 The guard opened the door, the mastiffs bared their fangs, but the chains held them back.

 E69MSE was trembling, however, frightened by these real wild beasts who obeyed only the guards. The one who accompanied him barely raised his voice and the dogs went back to lying down.

 The guard then tied the slave's hands and fixed the rope to the fence, thus abandoning E69MSE

 on the beaten earth of the kennel, frightened, under the evil gaze of the dogs who growled

 softly... And the enclosure was closed... ... At the castle, Sir Evans had sent E75MSE away. He

 was in the process of putting on a sumptuous kimono of moiré brown silk, an authentic collector's

 item dating back to the Meiji era; brought back from a distant trip during which the Marquis had

 had the opportunity to have very enriching exchanges with some Japanese Masters of shibari.

 Sir Evans was preparing to join His Companion David and a Couple of Guests in the dining room.

 But he was taking His time, knowing that His slaves were putting the finishing touches to the

 preparation of the morning brunch. E75MSE and E04MSE, the two designated females, had

 been prepared: Their hair had been brushed and pulled into an impeccable ponytail, they each

 wore a large silver metal collar around their neck, the single ring of which was connected by a

 chain that split in two to reach each nipple where they were fixed by a thin clamp that made it

 harden and protrude permanently.

 At their waist, a small apron of white English lace that only partially hid the top of the thighs and

 the intimacy of the two females. apron tied in the back with a knot very easy to undo with a

 gesture. They were perched on black, pointed pumps, with high heels of 12 centimeters which

 forced them to stand perfectly straight, only their eyes remaining permanently lowered as a sign

 of their humble function. the two slaves stood each on one side of the buffet, straight and perfectly

 still, hands joined behind their backs, chests erect and pointed, with their nipple jewelry shining

 in the morning light streaming in through the windows of the room.

 It was David, Master Sir Evans' Companion who entered first... in a mischievous mood he

 advanced to the buffet and amused himself by titillating the left nipple of E75MSE who

 imperturbably maintained her pose. David got tired of it quite quickly and began to contemplate

 the sumptuous buffet that had been prepared and set up by male slaves, under the

 uncompromising authority of Marie The Cook. David grabbed a heavy stemmed glass made of

 Bohemian crystal and poured himself a large swig of freshly squeezed orange juice. Then he

 snapped his fingers to attract the attention of the two females designated for service. While

 savoring the freshly squeezed fruit juice, he pointed with the tip of a finger at the various items

 he wanted to see on his plate: scrambled eggs, a thin slice of crispy bacon, lightly toasted,

 buttered toast and raspberry jam of which Marie had the secret...

 As he went to his chair, E75MSE was already busy filling plates with various foodstuffs.... It was

 then that the Marquis of Evans and his guests made their appearance. Sir Evans was

 accompanied by a couple of fifty-somethings with elegant bearing. The Master of the House sat

 at the chair at the head of the table, while his guests sat at the side, the Woman on the chair

 closest to Sir Evans, her husband on her left. the two females began to serve fruit juices and hot

 drinks. Coffee for the guest, tea for his wife, David and Sir Evans. A high quality Darjeeling, with

 floral aromas of great subtlety. A sort of ballet was taking place, the Guests moving to the buffet

 to indicate with a gesture what they wanted to see on their plates before returning to their place

 and being served by one or the other of the two female slaves.

 The Man of the Couple often lingered near the buffet when the young E75MSE was there... He

 seemed to take undisguised pleasure in flattering the slave's rump which took care that his movements to ensure the service did not disturb the urgent investigations of the Man.

 For her part, The Lady who accompanied her had signaled to E04MSE to come to Her and had made her kneel at Her side, making her rest her head on her thighs exposed by the opening of the silk dressing gown She was wearing. The Woman gently caressed the nape of E04MSE's neck and hair... then she grabbed her ponytail and brought her face higher on her thighs, inciting the slave to kiss her pale skin with blue veins. While savoring Her

 Darjeeling, The Woman continued to caress the female while slipping her compliments...

 - "Mmmh yes, good female dog... You are a good little female dog" she whispered while E04MSE kissed her groin with humble fervor... "Yes you are a female dog, you can feel it... Tell me..." The Woman said to the Marquis who gave her all His Attention...

 - "My dear Marquis, my friend, would you entrust me with this slave for the day, I really want to have some fun with her... and I believe that my husband is more sensitive to the attractions of your other slave", she continued.

 - "Of course, dear friend. You are my guests and I will be pleased to let you taste the charms of my harem... As I promised you, we will go in a moment to discover the depths of my home... And there you will discover many opportunities to amuse yourself and to use, even to abuse these females who will all be devoted to you, I can assure you"...

 The Woman had firmly seized E04MSE's ponytail and forced her to stand up, but all the while remaining inclined, in an attitude of total deference... Dipping her middle finger in the apricot jam that still garnished her plate, The Lady then offered it to the slave to lick, who applied himself to taking in his mouth this thin finger that insinuated itself between her lips, on her tongue... repeating this gesture again and again, with one, two, three fingers...

 For his part, the Husband never tired of flattering E75MSE's rump, sliding his fingers along the crack, gently insinuating his middle finger coated in butter into the anus of the beautiful submissive who was determined to remain impassive while his Master's guest amused himself by buttering her rosette and performing a slow back and forth in her bottom.

 Sir Evans and David saw with satisfaction how much the two female slaves were appreciated by This Couple who came to spend the weekend at the castle in order to discover the methods and principles of the Master of the place before taking charge of the education of a couple of slaves who had offered themselves to Them... It was in a very friendly atmosphere that this breakfast continued for a while longer, E75MSE had found her place, kneeling at the feet of Master Sir Evans, who nonchalantly kneaded her small but firm breasts, sometimes amusing himself by pressing hard on the nipples already hardened by the clamp that had been erecting them for over an hour. As for E04MSE, she remained at the side of The Lady who appreciated her docile presence so much... The Lady took small pieces of food between her fingers and fed the slave who delicately took the crumbs between her lips, licking when She expressed the desire the tips of The Lady's fingers who sometimes also slipped her fingers into E04MSE's slit in order to perfume the dishes that She sparingly granted her. ... In her dungeon at The Count's, E46MSE had been woken up with a start. A servant had come to remove the chains that bound her and had dragged her away roughly, pulling her brutally by the leash that was attached to her collar. At her waist only two bells rang, symbols of the various trials she had had to face in order to satisfy the most shameful vices of the Count. Only the thought of her revered Master Sir Evans had allowed the slave to hold out against the ever more degrading demands of the One to whom she belonged until the following week, in order to act as the best birthday present possible.

 As the days went by, as the humiliations and tortures went by, E46MSE was exhausted, frightened at the thought of the Count's perverse ideas. It was not so much the trials themselves as the Count's attitude, which sought less to satisfy His Pleasure than to debase the one who had been delivered to Him.

 The way she had responded to His demands, which she had been able to satisfy, demonstrated the

 extreme quality of the training that E46MSE had received from the Marquis of Evans. And the Count, while remaining a faithful Friend, could not dismiss from his thoughts a small form of jealousy that he vented on the female...

 This time, E46MSE was installed astride a trestle... She had to stay on tiptoe to avoid her most intimate and fragile flesh from suffering the harsh contact with the sharp edge of the central bar. She had been ordered to join her hands on the back of her neck and to remain like that, very straight, her breasts protruding, her vulva already irritated by the contact of the wood. She was left like that for a very long time... So long that the position became difficult to maintain.

 E46MSE felt her muscles stiffen, her body tremble slightly under the tension that was taking hold of her. She had more and more difficulty remaining on her tiptoes and, at the slightest relaxation, her vulva came into painful contact with the wooden edge forcing her to rise up on her tiptoes again...

 Sweat began to flow down her spine and onto her face, because in this tiny room that smelled of mold, it was getting hotter and hotter. Finally, she heard a door creak and footsteps approaching. The Count was there, he was naked, wearing only heavy black waxed leather boots, showing off an extremely tense sex. She was well aware that the rooms of His home were pierced with invisible holes through which He could, unbeknownst to anyone, observe anything He wanted. he must have followed carefully the evolution of her condition, her difficulties, the suffering of the sore muscles which made her grimace a little...

 In his hand, the Count held a black riding crop... He approached the exhibited female and circled

 around the trestle on which she was tormented. He looked at her with his piercing eyes, sometimes

 bringing the riding crop closer to brush her defenseless body... The tip of the riding crop sometimes brushed the tip of E46MSE's breasts, the fine skin of which the fear that was rising within her made all her limbs tremble a little more.

 The slave had little more time to worry because, suddenly, the whip came down violently on her rump, making her rear up and her vulva rub unpleasantly on the rough wood of the trestle. Methodically, cruelly, the Count brought the whip down on the female's body, which was covered in long red streaks.

 The hardest part was keeping his hands on the back of her neck. Not giving in to the urge to lower them to protect the fragile flesh of her white breasts, which were twisted with pain when the hard rod of braided leather came down. A scream!

 E46MSE had not been able to hold back a cry under such a painful new blow. But she quickly recovered and managed to remain silent under the blows that rained down. Trembling, sobbing, her face bathed in tears and drowned in pain, but silent as her Master had taught her to be... It was for this Master, Sir Evans, that she endured everything with fervor... The Guests had left the breakfast room and as soon as they left, the male slaves assigned for the day to the service of Marie the Cook had come to clear away and tidy the room. While David was doing the honors of the first floor of the castle to the guest who had taken E75MSE on a leash, his wife had returned to her room, dragging after her E04MSE, the female whose docility and soft skin she had appreciated during the morning snack.

 In the bedroom, she had the slave placed in the corner, on her knees, hands clasped behind her neck so as not to be disturbed while She prepared for a day of which she enjoyed imagining the smallest details in her head, before applying all the rigor on the submissive who had been entrusted to Her by the Master of the place. E04MSE was therefore on her knees, very straight, and arched enough so that The Lady who had appreciated her so much could not miss, with a glance, the harmonious roundness of her female dog's rump.

 She heard the characteristic sounds of A Woman Getting Ready... Wardrobe doors opening and

 closing, rustling fabrics, discarded shoes falling to the floor... but also the discreet sound of the

 perfume spray, followed by the heady scents of a luxury fragrance.

 The Lady took a long time to get ready and the slave remained motionless... waiting like any object

 whose usefulness is not immediate and which one puts away momentarily without paying any more attention to it. The slave E04MSE did not stop thinking about what could await her. The Woman to Whom she had been entrusted by Her Master had been rather gentle during breakfast, but the way She had of pinching the nipples, with a distant coldness, but also an assertive force seemed to promise a merciless use. E04MSE was used to being used in many ways by her Master and His hosts... But she always felt a little anxious when she was thus delivered to a Person of whom she knew nothing. Of which she knew nothing of the demands She would have.

 A sound of footsteps, heels clicking on the tiled floor... The Lady was ready and approaching. So

 things were about to get serious for E04MSE. The slave heard a chair being pulled out and The

 Lady's firm and distant Voice:

 - "At your feet, slave!"

 E04MSE turned around while getting on all fours and began to move as she had been accustomed

 to towards the location chosen by the One who could dispose of her at Her pleasure for the day.

 From her position, head straight but eyes fixed on the ground, E04MSE saw only a pair of riding

 boots whose perfectly polished black leather gleamed in the morning light that flooded the room

 from the large window of the bedroom. Not another word, but the tip of a boot advancing towards

 her face was unmistakable. E04MSE pressed her lips against the boot, smelling the slightly acrid

 smell and taste of the leather. the slave kissed the boot, then began to lick it slowly, taking care to

 make the leather even shinier, but without forgetting to lick the sole too... The boot suddenly

 withdrew, instantly giving way to the other foot and E04MSE began his diligent licking again.

 Suddenly, the Lady stood up. She grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her to stand up.

 With a confident gesture, She forced her to put her hands behind her back and holding her firmly,

 She slapped her breasts brutally... Again and again, until a very slight complaint escaped the slave

 who felt her heavy flesh oscillate under the blows, sometimes interspersed with the bite of the

 fingers on the nipples. Then She stopped:

 - "You are only a slave... a slave that Your Master has placed in My hands for the day. I love to use and abuse females such as you, who have abdicated all dignity to be only things that We, the Dominants, can dispose of as We please... I have no anger against you, slave. Yet I will take pleasure in humiliating you, in seeing you suffer, simply because I have The Right and The Power to do so.

 Do you understand this with your miserable slave brain?"

 - "Yes Madam, I am the slave of Master Sir Evans, I belong to Him body and soul and I accomplish His Will in all things, as I will accomplish Yours, Madam, in all things."

 In response, the Lady began to slap and slap again the heavy breasts that swayed painfully with the blows, until it stopped.

 - "For you I will be, Madame Solène. Understood, female dog!?"

 - "Yes, Mrs. Solène"...

 - "Good," grabbing the leash that was still hanging between E04MSE's breasts, Madame Solène led her towards the chair. She took a seat there and installed the slave astride across Her knees. Then with Her bare hand, She inflicted a deluge of rapid, firm blows...

 - "Who am I?" She asked suddenly, slowing the pace of the blows that rained down on the offered rump.

 - "You are Madame Solène"... answered E04MSE breathlessly...

 The blows resumed at an even faster pace, the minutes passed and E04MSE felt her flesh burning more and more.

 The tender skin of her rump had taken on a crimson hue, now streaked with finger marks that blued the slave's pale skin...

 As abruptly as it had begun, the barrage of blows stopped... E04MSE had managed to remain silent despite the burning pain that had invaded her ass... And Madame Solène had appreciated it:

 - "There you go... that's good, you've been a good little dog... That's good... Madame Solène is satisfied"

 And while saying this, she gently stroked E04MSE's long hair... But in the same movement, The Lady pushed the slave away who, surprised, fell heavily onto the hard ground.

 While getting up from Her chair, Madame Solène pushed her away with the tip of her boot... E04MSE got on all fours, her face pressed to the ground, her rump raised, while the One who was tormenting her amused herself by pushing her away with the tip of Her boots, forcing her to crawl in constant imbalance. In the movement, one of the slave's nipple clamps had come loose and the already sharp pain became almost unbearable when the sudden rush of blood irrigated the flesh that had become inert. Pushed away with kicks from her boots, pinned against a wall, E04MSE was curled up on the ground and The Lady pressed the sole of one of Her boots on the back of her neck, in a gesture of total Superiority. She moved her sole back and forth on the back of her neck, as if She were crushing a cigarette, without pressing too hard, but for the simple pleasure of doing it, it seemed to feel to the slave how much she could despise her and consider her as the most negligible of creatures...

 Again, everything suddenly stopped. And without another word, Madame Solène grabbed the leash strap and dragged the slave out of the room after her. E04MSE followed on all fours, trying to regain the attitude and position of elegant submission to which her Master Sir Evans had trained her. But the sharp pain that was heating her ass made the exercise difficult. Madame Solène did not seem to pay much attention to the quality of the slave's hips.

 She dragged her on a leash after her, following a route that she seemed to have already taken, and E04MSE guessed, not without anxiety, which room she was being taken to.

 ... The large SM room, located in the center of the castle. It was clearly towards this large

 specially designed room that Madame Solène was heading. Having had a stinging glimpse

 of Her practices, E04MSE suspected that a long and painful treatment awaited her behind

 the heavy double-leaf door ajar towards which she advanced following the One who held her

 destiny in her hands for the whole day...

 The Lady and the slave entered the vast room entirely equipped for the most varied practices

 imaginable. Not a piece of furniture, not an instrument, not a space in this place that was not

 dedicated to the most diverse SM practices. Straightjackets, pillories, cages, chains hanging

 from the ceiling, gynecological table, a multitude of whips, riding crops, leather, metal, wood

 objects of the most diverse kinds, some even brought back by the Marquis of Evans from

 distant journeys, whose designation and use the slaves were unaware of...

 The first time through this room was an unforgettable moment for the slaves... Madame

 Solène grabbed E04MSE's wrists and tied them together before pulling them upwards until

 the bound hands hit a metal hook that hung at the end of a chain falling from the ceiling.

 - "Grab that hook, even if it makes you stand on tiptoe, and don't even think about letting

 go... Otherwise things would get REALLY painful for you, slave, do you understand?"

 - "Yes, Madame Solène, yes, I understood" gasped E04MSE in a sob... the slave clung

 tightly to the hook, which made her body tense. Madame Solène, meanwhile, admired

 Master Sir Evans' beautiful collection of riding crops. She grabbed a superb hunting crop

 in braided brown leather, ending in a small flat one, and tested its flexibility. The instrument went perfectly with the outfit that Madame Solène had put on earlier in her room: riding boots, riding pants in a beautiful beige stretch material, a white blouse with a jabot and a wide-cut neckline.

 She returned to the waiting slave, her body stretched and clinging tightly to the hook, all her

 muscles tense to the limit. The first blow fell, leaving a long red mark on her back. The whip

 struck her with a sharp and frightening sound and the flesh of her thighs, so tender, seemed

 to catch fire under the blows. E04MSE had her mouth open to suck in air and avoid screaming

 and was unable to remain still under the harshness of the blows.

 Madame Solène addressed her in a cold voice, devoid of any compassion, without as much to put an end to the correction, ordering him to raise his knees and march on the spot...

 - "Come on! Come on! Lift your knees higher!" She shouted with authority. E04MSE, surprised, tried to obey, picking up the pace with a quick step, her breasts bouncing with the effort, her heart pounding...

 - "Higher! Higher!" Madame Solène ordered, doubling the blows. The slave obeyed, gradually understanding that if she found the right "step", the right attitude, the blows would slow down a little... she finally managed to find her rhythm and the right gesture, her feet following one another on the stone floor, her knees raised very high, her whole body aching under the blows that fell with frightening regularity...

 - "Higher! Faster! More regularity!" Madame Solène was merciless. But the slave felt that little by little, the cadence of the whip was adjusting to the rhythm of her motionless step... Like a metronome that sets the rhythm of the pianist. She was the instrument, of course, and Madame Solène The Virtuoso who obtained from her what she wanted, demanding and obtaining perfect synchronization.

 The blows had become more spaced out and Madame Solène was slightly spacing out the whip strokes, speaking jerkily to the slave, as if to make her words a form of music to his ears...

 - "Today you are mine... you belong to Madame Solène, your Master gave you to me for 24 hours and I will savor every second of this time during which you will have to fulfill in all things... Is that clear?"

 -

 "Yes, Madame Solène" sobbed E04MSE...

 Suddenly, a hail of stinging blows fell on his calves and burned his legs. But it was only for a moment, finally the blows stopped.

 - "Enough!" said Madame Solène, wiping her forehead because She had also just made a long effort, even if the deep pleasure She had taken in marking the body of this slave with long, red, swollen streaks had been particularly enjoyable.

 She came very close to E04MSE and stroked his cheek tenderly.

 - "You see, I can do whatever I want with you... I can make you suffer, I can debase you... But what I want above all is for you to know that I'm going to teach you how to become a perfect pony-slave. What do you say?"

 - "I... I thank you... Madame Solène. (the slave stammered) I... I will learn Madame Solène"

 Madame Solène's hands slowly wandered all over E04MSE's marked and aching body. The fingers lingered for a moment between the thighs, going back and forth insistently, painfully interfering between the fragile and damp flesh, because Madame Solène had long and sharp nails and did not hesitate to run them over the intimacy of the slave and to push them here and there until the eyes of the tortured female blink or close for a brief moment, proof of the pain that this subtle suffering caused.

 Then Madame Solène resumed her investigation of every part of the reddened and swollen body of the female that She had just corrected with such harshness. The shudders caused by the passage of Her hands and nails over the deepest marks did not provoke any restraint in Her. The suffering of the slave mattered little to Her, it was nothing as long as She was satisfied.

 However, the harsh treatment She had just inflicted must not spoil the rest of the program She had established for that day. So She went to a small shelf placed aside and grabbed a small tube of cream. She emptied the equivalent of a large walnut into her hand and returned to E04MSE.

 Having spread the cream between her two hands, Madame Solène began to caress the slave's body while coating it with this soothing cream... She repeated the operation several times, also taking advantage of the lubricating effect of the cream to introduce Her long, slender fingers into the slave's anus and sex, who could not completely avoid letting out a few moans, because despite the intense pain that had invaded her, the softening effect of the balm and the very thorough touching of The Lady aroused in her the most disturbing of effects...

 When she had completely covered the aching body with cream, Madame Solène left the room, leaving E04MSE hanging on the hook... A few minutes later, David came in and approached the panting slave...

 - "Well... Solène didn't spare you anything, I see," he said, gently running his hand over E04MSE's rump.

 David's hand wandered over the sore skin, following the swollen trace of each blow, feeling here and there for the bruises and blisters left by the merciless treatment the slave had suffered.

 David walked around the slave and brushed her constantly, he was amused to see her like this, a dislocated, abandoned doll... E04MSE was exhausted, the blows and the pain had drained her of all strength. She hung from her hook, like a disjointed, worn-out puppet, having lost all interest. Yet Mr. David was there...

 He touched it, weighed a breast whose original whiteness was now partially erased by blue marks and reddish marks... The buttocks were particularly marked, which after having been so harshly spanked, had also suffered the whip... All Mr. David had to do was place the palm of His hand on it and the slave would jump. David was amused by it, bringing His hand very close, barely brushing the sore skin and noting the immediate retraction that this caused in E04MSE despite the soothing action of the balm which gradually relieved the pain...

 Without another word, David left the room... E04MSE waited a long time before hearing the clatter of boots on the stone floor again... Madame Solène approached and, after caressing his face and wiping away the traces of tears that had flowed in abundance, she untied E04MSE's fingers that had clenched so tightly around the hook and She undid the bond that bound them. Then She made the slave get on all fours and slowly, took her by the leash and made her leave the room...

 The Lady and the submissive walked through long, richly decorated corridors, which led to the back

 of the castle. There, a small post had been planted in the center of a vast lawn.

 Madame Solène led E04MSE there.

 A rope was laid on the ground, Madame Solène passed the end through the ring of the dog collar on E04MSE's neck, fixed it, then went to fix the other end to the post... She made the slave move back until the rope became taut, about ten meters from the post.

 Approaching E04MSE, she made her open her mouth and inserted a cylindrical piece of rubber, which a metal mechanism made pass above and below the ears, to meet on the nape of the neck.

 This bit fixed to E04MSE's mouth, Madame Solène took a short wooden bar, which she passed in the slave's back, above the buttocks and at each end she tied the wrists. Then She made the slave take a very straight position... and took a few steps back.

 - "Perfect! You are now ready for your first lesson... You will take the step I taught you in the

 castle hall and turn around the pole, taking care that your line always remains taut. Otherwise..."

 She walked away a little and grabbed something on the ground, then came back to E04MSE...

 In her hand, Madame Solène held a very long whip, whose shaft, thick and rigid at first, gradually tapered until it became a fine filament... From a distance, Madame Solène twirled the whip and brought it down once, just once on the rump of E04MSE who jumped and felt a violent burn...

 - "You see, the tip is very thin... And it can hurt a lot. You will take the step and follow the rhythm

 that I will dictate to you. At the slightest error the whip will fall... We will take the time it takes, but

 I can assure you that before nightfall, you will have become the most elegant of pony-slaves!"

 And clapping her hands, Madame Solène began to set the pace. E04MSE's knees rose one after the other, the slave moved like a docile filly...