Naomi arrives at the training facility

The van arrived at the facility, and Naomi shook as she was dragged off it. She looked around outside; it looked like a prison. High fences surrounded the yard, with razor wire at the top. Behind were was a huge, thick gate, with gunmen stood in some sort of command center above it.

Each man took an arm again and she followed them towards the building, knowing better than to struggle now.

It had been hard to breathe with the ball gag in her mouth, and there was no way of wiping the streaks of drool from her chin with both hands behind her back.

A big gate with steel bars opened and the three of them went through. It slammed shut behind them and Naomi’s heart jumped.

After another couple of gates, they arrived at a large, dimly-lit hall with padded walls. It might have looked like a prison lunch area, but for the various bondage equipment lying around. There were several pillories, a few whipping posts and some cages hanging from the ceiling; some were pretty high up. A few of these contained men and women who must have been receiving the same punishment as Naomi.

It was all so surreal, maybe this was all a dream and she was about to wake up at any moment.

Her captor's hand groping her ass cheek brought her back into the terrifying situation.

There was a loud crack and a yelp and Naomi turned her head, seeing a woman with a riding crop spank a girl who was stood in the pillory in the corner.

When the woman noticed them, she walked over. The heels of her knee high leather boots clicked on the floor. She wore a bustier and a gold plated collar. Her hair was blonde and shiny, straightened to perfection, hanging all the way down her back.

“Another girl been misbehaving?” the woman asked, looking at Naomi with a smirk.

“New girl,” one of the men said. “Won’t wear a collar.”

Her smile broadened then. “Is that so?” She raised an eyebrow at Naomi, expecting some response, but didn’t get one. “I guess we'll see about that, leave her with me.”

The two men handed over the keys to the handcuffs, then nodded and left. The door screeched and slammed shut behind them, leaving Naomi to jump again.

Her heart raced as the dominatrix looked her up and down. In those high heels, she stood tall over Naomi.

The woman walked around the back of Naomi, removing the gag. It was covered in drool that dripped from her chin. Her mouth was so sore, it was cramping from having the gag in for such a long time. The handcuffs stayed on though, for now.

Naomi winced as she moved her jaw around.

The woman leaned over Naomi’s shoulder, turning to look at her.

“You’ll call me Mistress Clara, is that clear?”

Naomi nodded.

“I said is that clear?” Clara smacked Naomi’s leg, not very hard, but enough to get her attention.

“Yes.” Naomi was shaking, heart racing and she was close to tears again. She just wanted to go home now.

“Yes who?” Clara leaned over her and whispered in her ear, stroking her leg with the tip of the riding crop. Her fresh-smelling hair was right in Naomi's face.

“Yes, Mistress Clara.”

“Good girl.” The heels clicked on the floor as she walked behind Naomi, unlocked the handcuffs and removed them. “Now get undressed. I’m going to teach you how to behave yourself.”

Naomi must not have moved fast enough, because she felt the full **** of that riding crop on her thigh, leaving a thick red mark. She quickly removed her vest top and skirt, then her underwear. Clara admired Naomi’s naked body, smiling as she circled her and stroked her nipple with the riding crop.

“So, you wouldn’t wear your master’s collar?” Clara said. “Well you’ll be begging for it tomorrow. If you don’t wear it then, you’ll wear mine.”