"Yes, Mistress," I replied morosely. Now that the rush of excitement had abated and my body was returning to normal I was conscious of how humiliating my position was, naked on all fours on the kitchen floor, at the feet of my new Mistress and staring into her unforgiving eyes. Instantly I felt cold and vulnerable and a shiver spiked through me.

"Totally satisfied now, are we?" she continued.

"Yes, Mistress," I murmered, willing this moment to end, waiting to be allowed to rise and dress again.

"Hmm, I have my doubts. Your Master tells me how randy you are, how you're seldom satisfied. Is that right, Harriet? You're never satisfied?"

"No, Mistress."

"Are you saying your Master is wrong? Or is he lying?" Oh lord, I was talking myself into trouble again.

"No, Mistress."

"So he's right?"

"Yes, Mistress,"

"So you are always randy? You are never satisfied?"

"Yes, Mistress." I hung my head abjectly. There was no point in arguing, as I couldn't win this argument, whatever happened. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but the signs were ominous.

"Okay, so you are still randy. Even after performing on the kitchen floor like a bitch in heat? Still not had enough?"

"No, Mistress." I was backed into a corner and could give no other answer. I knew, though, that with those words I had just committed myself to some frightful new indignity. Only time would tell what it would be.

"Hmm, just as your Master said. Randy as a bitch in heat. Look up at me when I'm talking to you." Desperately trying to fight back the tears, I raised my head once more and stared into Nadia's dark, unfathomable eyes. My back was aching and my knees throbbed; any residual thrill from my recent exertions had long since dissipated and I felt a chill spread throughout my body. Goosebumps developed on my arms and my nipples shrunk and hardened. I shivered.

"Cold, little Harriet?" I nodded. "Okay, up you get and put your clothes back on." Gratefully, I rose to my feet and bent over to pick up my panties. "You'll not need underwear. Just the bottoms and tee shirt. You're not finished yet." A fresh chill blasted through me. I looked at Nadia imploringly.

"Well," she continued tartly, "you are still randy as a bitch in heat aren't you?" No, I wasn't, not at all.

"Yes, Mistress."

"So you're not finished yet, then?"

"No, Mistress."

"What would you like to do next?"

"Whatever you think best, Mistress."

"That's what I like to hear. Good girl, Harriet. And here is what I think is best." She sat in her chair watching me with that sardonic, superior smile curling around her mouth. I eased into my jogging bottoms and slid the tee shirt over my head and waited to hear what she had in store for me. As she told me my world fell into ruins, a gaping, screaming, miserable chasm opening in front of me, yawning into the distance, offering no possibility of escape, no promise of decency. Of all possible actions, the plan which came from Nadia's mouth was the most hideous, unpalatable, crushingly painful thing imaginable. I wept openly, shaking my head.

"Your Master tells me," she said, "that you formed a particularly unusual relationship with one of your neighbours. Sue, I believe her name was. That you misbehaved badly in her company and had to be brought here and punished. Your Master tells me that you pretended you hated it, but he knows you really got off on it. Isn't that so, little Harriet?"

No, it wasn't right. Not at all. Sue was a monster, a vile, manipulative bitch with no redeeming features whatever, someone who used me for her own sadistic pleasure, someone who knew nothing about submission and cared even less, who simply toyed with me out of malicious curiosity. Any dom/sub relationship must be based on mutual respect and trust, must be alive to the respective needs of the participants, must, in short, be a partnership. Anything else is abuse, and what Sue did was abusive. I had thought my Master understood my feelings. We had discussed it afterwards and he was gentle and kind, promising me that I would never be forced to endure anything like that again. To be told now that he believed I was lying and had secretly enjoyed it was crushing. The last certainties in my life were hanging, threadbare, pitiful and disregarded, around me.

I couldn't bring myself to answer and stood before Nadia, sobbing. Without waiting for a reply, Nadia continued, condemning me with one casual sentence to my hideous fate.

"So, since you're still randy, and since you get off so much on being used by Sue, what better way to relieve that little itch in your panties than by going over to her house and begging her to see to you."

No, no, no. I couldn't do it. I couldn't go back to that woman's house. I couldn't abase myself in that way in front of her. I couldn't go through that torture again.

"Okay, little Harriet? Off you go, then, there's a good girl. Here's what I want you to say." She handed me a piece of paper with her careful, neat handwriting on it. My heart sank at the realisation that Nadia had planned this whole episode and had simply used her discovery of me masturbating as a convenient pretext. With dismal awareness, I knew there was no escape and I took the paper from her. If this was what my Master and Mistress expected then so be it. Without stopping, I headed for the door.

"Be back by six o'clock, Harriet. We want to eat by seven."

Oblivious, I headed out of the house and up the close towards Sue's house. Shaking and trembling, I rang the doorbell, hoping that she might not be in but knowing in my heart that escape would not be so easy. Accordingly, I was not surprised to hear from within the tread of footsteps on the stairs. The door swung open and a surprised Sue greeted me.

"Hello," I recited from the paper. "I'm a randy little bitch and I've been having filthy dreams about you. Do you think you could punish me for my insolence?"