Weary hours passed. I was almost fainting from suffering and hunger. Suddenly the door opened, and 1 saw Cecilia enter, marvellously beautiful in a gown of grey velvet and silver. Covered with jewels, and painted like an idol, she was accompanied by Astrid, exquisitely sheathed in a simple black gown of glossy silk, .and followed by the two maids.

At a sign from the American, the servants took me off the bit and wiped my bleeding mouth with their per­fumed handkerchiefs. Then, with the laugh of a coquette, Cecilia drew near to me, and with all her force slapped my face. I had, however, sufficient audacity to look her right in the face, the light of hatred, perhaps of love, in my eyes. But the pretty American 'sustained my glance for a moment, then disdainfully shrugged her shoulders. She then siezed a bizarre instrument made of leather, supple, and about five centimetres square, mounted on a short handle. She looked at me again, smiled, and put her soft perfumed hand over my lips and pressed her palm on my mouth. With a look of devotion I kissed the warm little hand. But almost at once she had withdrawn it and with the other hand began to whip me across the mouth. What frightful torture! The leather palette struck furiously, bruising my lips and crushing the skin between my teeth. Cecilia struck with fury, while Astrid looked on, her eyes bright with pleasure. My nerves on edge, I submitted to this savage correction that I did not deserve, and that a pretty woman inflicted on me only for the pleasure of himiliating me, of enslaving me, to make me her slave completely.

At the fiftieth lash she stopped, out of breath, and threw the instrument of torture far from her, and again pressed her adorable little hand to my lips, which by now were aching.

"Thank me, French slave!" she said, with her Yankee accent. Then she wiped her hand on my cheeks, soiling them with my own blood, and went out without paying any more attention to me. "You can untie him," said Astrid to the servants "And give him some bread soup. Then you will have him sleep with the other slaves."

The orders were carried out. I had eaten, on my knees with my hands tied behind me, and the infamous soup into which the servants had spat before me. Then I was taken to the slaves' dormitory. I was in no doubt that I was to become better acquainted with my companions in bondage and to learn what 'to be prepared for the night' meant.

A vast room

The dormitory was a vast room where there were twelve mattresses, each on a steel frame. The beds were far apart and had a verticle bar at their foot. To six of these bars, six entirely naked slaves were chained. I noticed that there were two pretty, well-built women, and four men, amongst whom 1 recognised the two handsome lads who served as seats for their mistresses. I was chained to the bar of the seventh bed. In a corner, crouched in a dog kennel, was the little negro boy, attached by a chain round his neck.

"There are five slaves missing tonight!" exclaimed Marinette, astonished.

"Yes," her sister replied. "Fred is washing underwear all night. The mistress has had the two Australians attached to her room, and Mademoiselle Astrid demanded Williams the new Englishman for the night. She has decided to train him. I think he will pass a sleepless night! As for Ricardo, I have had him taken to our room, for our intimate service. Does that suit you?"

"I should have preferred Marcel, but after all, a slave is a slave, the man has no importance at all. And who is punished tonight?"

"Suzanne. Twenty five on the buttocks for having put too much salt in the soup this evening. The Mistress's orders. As for Marcel, Mademoiselle Astrid has condemned him to the 'wet drawers' for having addressed het without permission."

"And have you the drawers?"

"No, but we will put one of ours on him. It makes no difference."

"What? You know very well that Mademoiselle Astrid always wants to wet them herself. She says, and she is perfectly right, that the slave who is being punished thinks with humility of the Mistress who is having him punished."

"All rightl I will go and ask her. She must have it ready."

Two minutes afterwards, the servants came back, carrying an intimate receptacle in which a fine pair of feminine drawers were soaking. And I understood, not without repulsion, what they called the 'wet drawers'. But what were they going to do with them? I was soon to know.

Marinette and her sister approached Suzanne, the slave who was to be punished. They were each armed with a supple whip and they secured the poor wretch, facing the foot of her bed. Turn and turn about, they covered her big buttocks with lashes. They put their heart into their work, and the beautiful slave screamed and writhed under the blows. Then when the punisment was finished, Suzanne, on her knees, kissed the girls' feet and the hem of their dresses. After this Suzanne was prepared for the night. Her hands were tied behind her back with a stout silk cord, and her waist and abdomen were crushed in a rubber corset that was fastened up the back. Then she was thrown on her bed, and the servants pulled a sort of sack over her, a long clinging sheath of black rubber that imprisoned the whole body and was laced round and round. Thus tied up, Suzanne looked like a sausage. Then the maids laid this inert body on the mattress and tied it to the bed with two leather straps that buckled, one over the legs and  the other over the breasts.

It was the cruel Cecilia who insisted that all her slaves not in service should sleep that way. And I observed that all my companions in captivity were treated the same way. Marcel was the only one not gagged, since the beautiful Swede had condemned him to a more humiliating torture. As soon as he was attached encased and fixed on his bed, Marinette took Astrid's drawers from the pot, and without even wringing them out, she put the dripping underwear over his face. A cord held this queer gag in place, tight against the poor wretches face. All night long he would have to put up with the humiliating odour of the woman to whom he had dared to speak without permission.

Took hold of me

I thought I must have been dreaming, but the maids took hold of me and with extraordinary strength they stretched me out on the bed, and soon I was entirely helpless, imprisoned in the terrible night sheath. The leather gag pressed on my bruised mouth. My hands tied behind my back caused me atrocious suffering, and 1 felt myself to be completely vanquished, a slave - a slave - a slave - the words rang in my ears, and I could not shut my eyes all night, feverish, unable to make the slightest movement, to give the slightest cry.

The next morning the maids came into our dormitory, followed by the slave who had spent the night with them. The poor fellow looked very tired, and his nude body showed the nervousness of the little mistresses he had served all night. One after the other the slaves were set free from their gags and sheaths and conducted separately to a shower bath, which though good was icy cold and was only given to distend their nerves and make them fit for the heavy work of the day. The men were allowed a quarter of an hour in which to shave. As for the two women slaves, they were outrageously made up by the maids, and not without receiving several slaps to make them stand still.

With hands tied behind their backs, the slaves were then taken to a spot reserved in the park, and there they had to satisfy their natural functions. 

This formality was only done twice a day, and the slaves who could not control themselves during the day were severely punished.

Marcel, the slave punished at Astrid's orders, was detached like everyone else, but his face was still covered by the pretty drawers, the smell of which he had breathed all night. The beautiful Swede had ordered that he be brought to her and that on his knees in front of her, he must humbly pray her to deliver him from his humiliating gag, and while thanking her for his punishment  he must swear that he will be more respectful in future and that he will never again. address her without being spoken to first. Then lined up on our knees, we breakfasted on bread soup, in which we had to plunge our faces as our hands were tied behind our backs. Then all the slaves were sent to their respective tasks. When my turn came, Marinette told me that at Cecilia's orders I was to receive, for no reason at all, twenty five blows on the buttocks. Then I was to remain attached all day long with the discipline bit in my mouth. This, the young girl explained was to make me a more docile slave and sufficiently cowed to take up my duties in the service of the divine American.

Ordered to strip

I was taken to a corner of the park near a green copse and I was ordered to strip. This was easy as my only garment was my corset. My hands were tied behind me and I had to get down on my knees and lower my face to the earth. I felt a fine feminine heel on my neck that forced my face against the cold earth. Then a sudden intense pain ran through me like an electric current as the whip cut across my bottom. My bottom was on fire, and each lash wrung a groan from me.

But my cries were stifled as my mouth was crushed against the earth by one of the girls pressing on my neck with all her weight. I do not know whether I suffered more from the physical pain, or from the humiliation of being thrashed by two seventeen year old maids. Then the correction was over and the laughing girls obliged me to thank them humbly; to kiss their feet, their hands, their whips. I even had to kiss the silken seats of their pink drawers which their round bottoms swelled out under their skirts. Then came the return to the house, the torture of the bit that bruised my mouth, the being tied to the cross, the silence and the shadows. It was nine o'clock in the morning and for the following twelve hours I remained there, thirsty and full of pain. Finally Astrid came to see me, moulded in a sumptuous evening gown. With a lash of her whip on my cheek she made me lift my head up.

"Slave, as soon as you are untied, you are to go up to my room and wait for me. 1 need your services for the night. And tomorrow you will begin your duties with Miss Cecilia. And don't forget to, be ceaselessly sub­missive, obedient, eager to serve, for the whip will punish the slightest negligence, the leapt slowness in executing an order. Do you under­stand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I was then taken to the luxurious bedroom of the Swede. One of the female slaves, severely corsetted, ankles attached by a chain long enough to allow her to move about, was engaged in preparations for the night. She prepared the bed, laid out the silken pyjamas and placed half a bottle of champagne and a glass on the small table. Then silently she knelt down and awaited the mistress. I myself, handcuffed and laced to suffocation in a rubber corset, was on my knees, vaguely uneasy. Suddenly I heard the sound of steps and laughter. Iheard the Americans voice bidding good night to her friend, then the Swede came into the room, alone. She was shining in beauty, full of life, radiantly blonde, without having, however, the dominating charm of Miss Cecilia. At her entrance, the feminine slaves and I both prostrated ourselves, face to the carpet. I heard the whistle of a whip flashing through the air.

"Well, have you prepared everything, Solange?" "Yes, Mistress. If the Mistress will but deign to assure herself."

"Very well! Kiss my feet and go and get yourself tied up for the night. At nine o'clock tomorrow morning you must be kneeling outside my door, with my early breakfast on a tray. Get out!" The slave left, and I was alone in the presence of Astrid. She sat down in an armchair and looked at me with a bantering smile.

"We shall see how well trained you are."

Several minutes passed. "Give me a light."

I rushed the light to the cigarette she had between her teeth.

"Uncork the bottle! Come on, quick!"

Hastily, feverishly, I uncorked the bottle.

"That is too slow!" cried Astrid, impatiently. With a strong arm she slapped me across the face. Without a word I handed her the glass, filled with sparkling wine.

"Lie down on the floor, on your back. You are about to be my mat." She put one of her little feet on my mouth, the other on my breast, and she held me there for half an hour, while she drank and smoked. I could see under the white silk of her evening gown, and I not" d the fineness and curves of her legs.   Then I received the order to undress her, so I slipped long gown to her feet. 

What a beautiful body! Astrid was wearing a very fine slip of white silk trimmed with lace. Under this her majestic bottom filled a pair of knickers of the same stuff. Then she designated a chair in front of her dressing table.

"Take that chair away and. replace it.'

Down on all fours

I got down on all fours in place of the chair, and heavily, the beautiful girl crushed my back under her weight. She took a long time brushing her hair and giving her face a beauty treatment for the night. Finally she got up and pulled on a dressing gown.

"Take me in your arms and carry me where I say." Not without emotion, I slid one of my hands under her legs, and the other under her arms, and I got into the vestibule with my burden.

"Stop here!"

She opened a door. It lead to the water closet. I saw there' was a robust mulatto there, attached to the seat by a chain. His ankles were chained together, but his hands were free.

As Astrid entered, he prostrated himself, then delicately he slipped his hands under the dressing gown and pulled down the girl's knickers. Then he lay down, his face against the floor, so that he served as a step when she sat on the seat "Shut the door, slave, and wait for me on your knees," she exclaimed to me.

I obeyed. Five minutes passed. My ear glued to the door, I felt drunk with an unhealthy curiosity. I understood, by the sounds, that the slave who was chained there tendered his mistress the most intimate services. I even heard two smacks on naked skin, as the Swede ordered "Better than that! It's not wiped clean!"

She came out

Finally she came out. Through the open door I had time to see the mulatto carefully cleaning the porcelain bowl. I was to learn afterwards that the unfortunate slave only left his humili­ating post for half an hour each day. All the rest of the time he remained chained there, awaiting the visits of Astrid and Cecilia, for whom this place was exclusively reserved. I still shudder when I think of what such a life must be.

We went back to Astrid's bedroom, and religiously I took off all  her clothes. She let me serve her without looking at me, as if I did not exist. I then put her pyjamas on her, but with a nonchalant hand she opened the trousers as soon as she lay down. At a sign from her, I understood, and 1 rendered the most intimate services to her, giving her humiliating but heady kisses.

Finally she ordered me to stop, as she wanted to go to sleep. But first she tied me to her bed and covered my head with the stockings she had worn during the day, still impregnated with the perfume of her divine feet.

The night passed in an exaltation of all my being. Finally, worn out with fatigue. I fell asleep and only awoke next morning because of a violent lash across my shoulder. Astrid, half naked, untied me and ordered me to carry her to the toilet. But on entering she gave a cry of anger. The mulatto was asleep, his head leaning against the seat. It was a grave fault, for Cecilia had ordered him to be constantly on watch and to be always ready to receive his mistresses at whatever hour of the day or night that they might come. The whip raised, Astrid jumped towards him and rained a volley of lashes over his shoulders.

"Dog of a slave! I will teach you to sleep., You know you should be at our disposition all the time. I shall ask the Mistress to have you given a hundred lashes. After that we shall see if you are not more attentive to your duties."

Stayed locked in

Astrid banged the door in my face and stayed locked in with the negro for ten minutes. Several times I heard his groans as she punished him. When the beautiful Swede came out his head was plunged in front of him, and I could imagine in what horrible fashion the young girl had ordered the cleaning. But Astrid, without paying the slightest attention to him, ordered me to carry her back to her room.

For two long hours I was occupied with the tyrant's toilet, giving her a bath, and then dressing her in her fine underwear and in a luxurious frock. When she was ready there was a knock at the door. It was Marinette who announced "Miss Cecilia demands that the new slave serves her as a seat during luncheon."

Taking respectful leave I went downstairs behind the maid. With mocking sarcasm she ordered me to kneel on the rolling armchair and to put my body and head back. What a painful position I My body was stretched out to such a point that my head touched the seat, for which my face really formed the cushion. A strap was drawn tightly over my neck and attached to the seat to hold me in place and my wrists were handcuffed to the back of the chair. My ankles were fixed in the same fashion to the feet of the chair. Marinette leaned over me and said: "You will not try to inconvenience the Mistress by pretending you are suffo­cating, for that will cost you dearly. You only have to open your mouth as wide as you can, and do your best to breathe. Here, try it."

She lifted up her skirt showing a pretty pair of pink drawers edged with fine lace. I had the vision of these drawers approaching my face and suddenly I felt suffocated by the weight of the young girl who sat down on me. My eyes bruised, my nose crushed, I had all the trouble in the world to keep my respiration. Through the silk material I could feel the warmth of her buttocks which domi­nated me and heated my cheeks. Marinette remained seated for five minutes and then got up.

"That will be all right."

She pushed the armchair against the dining room table, and I awaited the arrival of my all powerful Mistress, Miss Cecilia, for a long hour. But suddenly there she was. My eyes, turned backwards, perceived her, divinely beautiful, sculptural in a long red wool gown, encrusted with gold. She did not honour me with a single glance, but advanced tranquilly to her seat, as though I were only an ordinary leather chair. I saw her very close to me as her hands with their red nails and diamond rings lifted up her gown in a familiar movement. Silk stockings mounded her legs, her thighs, white as milk, striped by gold garters that lost themselves under the silk of a revising pair of white drawers edged with lace. The majestic bottom of the beautiful American filled the drawers completely and when she lowered herself the folds of the silk were still more

tightly stretched and penetrated her most intimate secrets. My face was atrociously pressed and flattened by my Mistress's buttocks. My nose, crushed against the silk became aware of the warm perfume of her intimate parts. Tranquilly she installed herself and adjusted herself comfortably. Then she put her skirts down, plunging me in absolute darkness and overwhel­ming heat.

The meal lasted two long hours, which were an unprecedented torture for me. In my madened mind I saw again the distant American I had known in Paris, so beautiful, so enigmatic. Now she was here sitting on my face, on the face of her slave, the face of a man she has bought, who is condemned to serve her under the whip. The meal must have been gay, for at times, when her bottom moved a little, I heard snatches of conversation and a crystalline laugh. And again there was the silence, the heat, and the humiliating anguish.

All of a sudden, as the result of a movement that crushed me still more, l felt myself suffocating. Should I cry out? I opened my mouth wider, hoping to get air. Then doubtless to punish me for my movement, Cecilia let herself do a private thing that a woman of her rank only permits herself in secret, and my prison was filled with a character­istic odour.

Is it possible? Without doubt, Cecilia wished to show me that one dared anything before one's slave, and that one may oblige him to stand for anything including the worst intimacies.

Finally, light, girl The Mistress got up and without looking at me went into the drawing room, followed by Astrid. But once there the two women demanded their seats, and my com­panion in misfortune and myself were taken into the drawing room. The relief was short. 1 was once again crushed for an hour while the women took coffee. Then Cecilia got up again. This time she looked at me and smiled. Then no doubt delighted to see me red and congested she burst into pearly laughter that was also insolent. Astrid rang for the maids. "We are going out. Have the large litter prepared, the one with two places. These two slaves and the two Australians will carry us. As for you Marinette, you will come with us, mounted on Ricardo."

Very well, I will get everything ready."

Untied us

Marinette untied us and conducted us together with the two Australians to the place where the litter was kept. The immense litter had  a  dais, and was curtained. A bed of cushions and furs formed the interior. At the end of this divan, Marinette attached the negro boy so that his mistresses could place their feet on his naked body. Under the litter, at the four corners, there were curious leather cylinders, pierced with holes forming the feet, and I understood their use straight away. At an order by the maid we lifted litter, that was very heavy, above our heads andwe put our faces into the cylinders of which the lower edges rested on our shoulders. In this way the whole weight of the litter was borne by the shoulders of the slaves whose heads were closed in the leather cylinders. The holes in these cylinders allowed us to breathe and see. Our hands, drawn behind our backs, were joined by handcuffs, but our feet  were left free. We arrived in front of the door and there we awaited our mistresses, on our knees. Marinette disappeared, but came back a few minutes later, coquettishly dressed in a white silk blouse and short pink jersey breeches. Long red patent leather boots covered her pretty  legs, and gold spurs adorned the heels. A big cow-girl hat covered her head with grace, and she played with a long lashed whip. Behind her was the slave, Ricardo, saddled over the shoulders, so that his riders thighs squeezed his cheeks and the little red booted feet can spur the front of his body. His hands were tied to his very tight corset, and his mouth was tortured by a horse's bit, to which were fixed red leather reins. Gracefully, Marinette jumped into the saddle, the slave being on his knees, and she made him get up with a lash of her whip.

Then Cecilia and Astrid arrived, deliciously dressed in light coloured diaphonous negligees. They got into the litter and stretched out; their double weight crushing our shoulders. Marinette's whip carressed our hips. "Get up! Go!"

With a tremendous effort we rode, and stimulated by the whip we started off to take the two women for an airing. This airing turned out to be long and painful, and we could hear the Mistresses laughing and singing. Marinette on her mount surveyed us, and the slightest slowing down of our gait brought severe lashes from her whip. We slaved thus for an hour, then

they had us stop and get down on our knees for a rest. Then we started off again. "Trot slaves!" ordered Cecilia. And we trotted, our faces twisted with suffering under our leather masks. Finally the journey came to an end. Our hands untied, we lifted the heavy burden as soon as the two women got out. Cecilia gave an order for me. "A quarter of an hour under the cold shower and the seat!" she commanded.

Dressed in a sumptuous gown she once again sat down on me, her bottom pressing my face once more for hours.