Jade intervenes

Jade knew she had to step in. She tugged hard on Jeddah's leash, pulling her backwards while **** her at the same time. This made Jeddah release her hold on Susanne. She spun Jeddah around. "I didn't bring her here for you to kill her! I brought her here to keep you company, and for you to use in any way you desire. Now I'm going to have to punish you again! Do you think I like punishing you? I don't! You're going to lose the hair on your head for this!"

Jeddah immediately fell to the floor. "No! Please don't shave my head! I'm sorry! It won't happen again!"

Meanwhile Susanne had recovered, and was peeking out over her crate a t the spectacle before her. There knelt Jeddah in the floor, begging for mercy from a woman clad in a leather catsuit. Why did this woman look familiar to her? She couldn't place her.

Instead of listening to Jeddah's begging, Jade hauled her up by her collar, and led her over to what looked like a chair you might see in a dentist's office. Only this one had all kinds of straps on the arms. There were even straps that went around a person's torso and legs. She threw Jeddah into the chair, and strapped her down securely.

"You will not give me any more trouble!" Jade yelled in anger. She walked away from the chair, and returned, pushing a cart that was loaded with various implements and devices. Among them were a pair of electric shears. She picked up the shears, and turned them on.

All Jeddah could do was sob as her hair fell onto the floor in large clumps. The vibration of the shears and the coolness that followed told the story as her once beautiful mane of golden hair now lay all around the chair on the floor.

"I warned you, bitch!" Jade exclaimed harshly. "You promised to behave. I won't use follicle remover this time, but the next time I will. That's a promise. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," Jeddah managed to **** out between sobs.

"Yes, what bitch?" Jade was asserting herself now. Maybe this was her fault. Maybe she had been too lax with Jeddah.

"Yes... Mistress?" came Jeddah's sheepish answer.

Jade immediately flipped out on her. "Don't you dare call me a mistress! I'm not some tramp like your friend over there in the box that sleeps with a married man. You call me Master!"

Jeddah was almost deathly afraid to say anything now. But she knew she had to respond, or else. "Yes Master. I understand. You are not some tramp who sleeps with married men like the slut over there in the box."

Jade smiled at her, and her demeanor changed as she stroked the side of Jeddah's face, and cooed, "Good girl! Good girl! You can be taught."

Meanwhile Susanne cringed inside her crate, opting to stay out of sight, thinking that would also make her out of mind. Jade looked over at her crate. "Speaking of sluts, I guess we better get your BFF out of her crate." She walked over to Susanne's crate, and looked inside. "Get out, now!" she ordered her. "And get those clothes off. All of them!"