`My master wishes you to accept me as a gift, a token of the great esteem in which he holds you. My instructions are to do anything you command of me – anything your heart desires – and I will obey. My master further counsels that I am, as he refers to me, a dirty worthless bitch. A slovenly slave, disobedient and disrespectful at most times. He strongly recommends that you take a firm hand with me, punish me often and, that you do not spare the rod. I do, he maintains, respond best to pain and that at least one severe caning per day be administered.
‘I am to remain as your gift for one week only. After which, my master will then take me back into his household and, doubtless punish me again for my blatant unfaithfulness to him.’

The girl – and that it was a girl, there could be not a shred of doubt – was tall and blonde. Her long golden hair was bound up in a ponytail with bright electric blue ribbon but, on the top of her head and not at the back. It stood up like a short, thick pole with a fluffy fringe on the top, the hair on her head scraped up to, what seemed to him, an excruciatingly painfully tight style. Her pretty face was distorted, her mouth stretched wide by a red ball, the straps of which pulled apparently harshly across her cheeks to be fastened at the back of her neck. Her arms were pulled out to the sides and strapped at the wrists, to the ends of a thick black, metal bar that rested across her shoulders and passed the back of her neck. A wide and heavy leather collar surrounded her neck, so stiff was it that it lifted her chin up and the girl had to look slightly downward simply to look to her front. A strong and heavy looking silver ring attached the collar also to the pole, preventing any sideways movement of her arms and, presumably, to prevent her escaping from the contraption.

She was naked from the waist up, her delightfully pillowing breasts, heavy and yet perfectly symmetrical pushed out in sheer temptation from her narrow chest. The nipples were adorned by, what he first thought were earrings but, on closer inspection, the Baron could see that they were clamps. Small and shiny stainless steel, he guessed, with tiny serrated teeth that were biting into her firm brown buds. The girl wore knickers – well, skimpy panties they actually were, made of shiny rubber-like material, the like he had never before seen but, there was something odd about those panties. Between her legs, at the wide bulging gusset of them, it looked like they were padded. Then, a look at the way the tops of her thighs were pushed apart and the way her booted feet were set apart, he realised that she had something inserted up into her sex. His heart pumped and his usually flaccid cock began to stir into life, a long dormant sensation that the Baron gladly welcomed the return of. He had either read or heard of such things, of rubber phalluses stitched to the insides of panty gussets and when worn, the cock-like shaft was buried up inside the woman’s body. He mopped more fervently at his now sweating brow as he ran his gaze down her stockinged legs. The stockings, black and sheer, appeared to be self-supporting, gripped by wide and thicker bands at the tops that seemed to cut into her pale slender thighs most cruelly. And finally her little polished ankle-boots, button flapped and, with thin heels so high that the girl had to use all of the strength in her legs simply to maintain her balance.

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