Erle Dexter - Mabel

Four pints of hot water mixed with glycerine were then introduced into the so-called patient's body. This very hot liquid penetrated into the girl's bowels, causing her exquisite sufferings. Then, as if reluctantly, Dorothea took off the nozzle.

"And now, the cork!" the governess ordered.

That was another refinement of cruelty. Into the intimate orifice of the heiress, Bridget drove as far as she could a big cork, in order to prevent the girl from having any relief until the prescribed time. Over the cork, Mabel had to put on one of those pairs of hermetical rubber drawers atrociously tight and crushing her bruised buttocks.

Then she had to get up, get dressed and do her work as if nothing had happened. She felt an awful stomach-ache, but it was only two or three hours later that she was led to the toilet. In the presence of her two torturers she had to uncork herself with the greatest difficulty and to let go at last, under the laugh and jokes of the governess and chambermaid.

It can be easily appreciated that this injection was for the girl a cruel and humiliating experience.

But it was but one episode out of her existence of a re-educated heiress, since her life was but a tissue of humiliations and cruelties.

When Dorothea von Berner deemed that her slave had reached a degree of degradation and submission that was suitable, she bade the slave to appear before her presence and told her:

"I hope that within yourself there is no velocity of resistance or pride left and that your re-education in beginning to have the desired results? Answer!"

"Oh, you're right. Mistress," the girl muttered. "I am submissive and obedient to your orders, I am your slave."

She was on her knees and kept her downcast eyes on her mistress's tiny feet.

"Very well," Dorothea went on. "It seems to me that now you have reached a suitable degree of submissive-ness and that I can modify your time-table. Oh, don't feel glad about it! you will continue to be kept in discipline and your stays will be more and more tight, and your will keep the same diet. But I have thought that now you can also act as my chambermaid, or rather 'chamber slave'. It don't like being served by an ordinary maid. What I want is a humiliated and trembling girl whom I can order about as I please and whom I can whip when the work hasn't been done to my satisfaction, and that, you can understand, cannot be demanded from a free woman — only from a slave. As you are a slave, you will be my maid. You will dress and undress me, you will wait upon me at table and you will follow me around always like a dog, understand?"

Brutally, she seized Mabel by the ears. "Go ahead, tell me that you will be happy to be my chamber slave and that it's an honour for you! Say it!"

"Oh, yes, Mistress, I shall be very happy about it and it will be an honour for me to be your chamber slave," Mabel repeated docilely, red with shame.

"That's fine. Your service will begin tomorrow morning."

Indeed, on the following day, after Bridget had supervised the slave's washing and dressing, the chambermaid obliged Mabel to put on a pretty lace apron and, on her head, a charming maid's-cap which suited her blonde complexion to perfection.

At nine o'clock, Mabel entered her governess's room, bearing the breakfast tray. According to the orders she had received she knelt down in front of the bed and respectfully waited till the beautiful Dorothea awoke.

Then she had to be used a table, holding the tray at arms' length for her mistress to eat out of. "Your functions of chambermaid don't exempt you from the inspection of jour underclothes," her mistress said. "Stand up and show them to me!"

Mabel lifted up her skirt and silk underskirt with both hands, showing her varnished strap well adjusted between her thighs and her stomach impeccably moulded in a pretty pair of pale green silk panties fixed to her stays with forty mother-of-pearl buttons.

"Have you been punished this morning?" asked Dorothea.

"Yes, Mistress, while Her Ladyship was taking off my night-sack I made a false move and slightly tore the material of the sack. Her Ladyship then gave me ten lashes with a horsewhip on my bare bottom and I thanked her humbly."

"She did well to punish you," the governess said severely, "and what corset did she put on you to-day? A tighter one than yesterday, I hope?"

"Yes, Mistress. A black varnished leather corset measuring thirteen inches round the waist."

"Hare you got the impression that it makes your bottom stand out?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress! When my corset is drawn tight as Mistress desires, my bottom is much bigger."

The beautiful Dorothea listened to those confessions with a kind of sadistic joy.

"Turn round!" she ordered.

The girl obeyed and presented her enormous bottom insolently offered to her mistress's sight thanks to the tight corseting. With her lorgnette the governess inspected at length the buttocks.

"Your panties make a fold on the left buttock! Smooth it out by pulling the material between your buttocks!.. But, my word, you haven't buttoned yourself well! So you don't know yet how to put on your panties as you should! You deserve to be whipped!"

Taking hold of her horsewhip she gave two violent lashes on the legs of her slave.

"Go on, now, to work! You're going to bath me! Carry me to the bath-room!"

Mabel tried to obey but her mistress was too heavy for her adolescent arms. She had to give up, to Miss von Berner's great spite. She then thought up the idea of putting Mabel on all fours, then she sat on top of her and obliged the poor slave to carry her on horseback all the way to the bathroom, stimulating her with violent strokes of her heels.

The governess's bath was a delicate operation. Never before had Dorothea appeared naked before Mabel. The girl was awed with admiration in front of the magnificent body, so feminine in its plenitude, with supple limbs, fleshy buttocks and big proud breasts. The governess was so beautiful that the slave's hands trembled as she lathered, rinsed and dried her. Of course, Miss Sunway was also beautiful but she had lost in her bondage the feeling of her own beauty and charm, whereas the body of her mistress fascinated her.

Dorothea was aware of the power her body exerted on Mabel.

"So you find my body beautiful, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress."

"I don't want you to have any other god than my body," the proud creature went on. "You are at my service and you must humiliate yourself constantly before me. Now, lie down on your back, I'm going to wipe my bare feet on your face."

The slave obeyed and Dorothea rubbed for a long time her dainty feet on Mabel's face; the red-nailed toes curled on Mabel's month, marking them with a victorious smudge.

Then the heiress had to do the manicure of her mistress, paring and polishing with care the nails of her fingers and toes. Meanwhile her mistress was indolently reclining, nonchalantly smoking cigarettes or dipping into a box of chocolates. Prom time to time Mabel cast a furtive glance at this wide open box which was tantalizing her.

"Do you like chocolates?" Dorothea asked.

"Yes, Mistress!"

The woman took the box and put in insolently under Mabel's nose, moving it back and forth, making her smell them.

"Look how fine they are! What a pity those are not chocolates for a slave!"

She put the box down and brutally slapped Mabel's face.

"Pay attention to your work, you bitch, you're hurting me!"

When the slave had finished her task, her mistress spat out on the tiled floor of the bathroom the half-chewed chocolate that was in her mouth.

"Here," she said, "I allow you to finish it, but pick it up without the help of your hands!"

Mabel knew quite well that if she refused she would be whipped furiously so she had to do as she had been told, picking up the chocolate sweet between her teeth like a dog. She did so with infinite precautions, for fear of tearing the taut material of her panties.