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Charlie strode back into the bedroom, Felicity a half-pace behind, and his face fell. The bed had been perfectly re-made, the lamp had been replaced and the walls had been given a quick wipe-down, but the rest of the room was still a shambles. Charlie admired Scarlett's latex-clad ass for a moment as she knelt on the floor, furiously scrubbing the nail-polish stain. She hadn't even noticed him come in.
"I'm very disappointed in you Scarlett." Charlie said forcefully. Scarlett jumped in surprise, then quickly crawled over to Charlie and knelt at his feet like a good ****.
"There are still books everywhere, the walls have only been given a cursory clean, the nail-polish stain is still there. Admittedly the bed looks good, but I may have been misled about your capabilities. This room is nowhere near acceptable. This warrants a severe punishment." Charlie kept his voice even, but Scarlett and Felicity could both tell he was infuriated. He wasn't angry. As far as they knew, he never got angry, he was just used to having things happen as he wanted them to and was annoyed when they didn't.

Charlie turned to Felicity, waiting, she looked confused.
"Well..." he said. Felicity had no idea what he wanted; she said nothing and simply lowered her head. Charlie sighed with irritation.
"Felicity, you're the Apex. The Apex is in charge of disciplining the other slaves. You need to punish Scarlett. I shouldn't have to spell this out for you." Felicity was flustered.
"Oh, er, uh. I'm sorry Master, I forgot. Can you give me some time to think of an appropriate punishment?"
"You have four minutes." Charlie said, "Then I want to hear how Scarlett will be punished." Charlie plonked himself down on the couch for a few minutes and caught the back end of the evening news. He liked watching the news. They would report on things that were seemingly innocuous, but he could recognize the influence of his friends in The Society. Currently the news was reporting on a chemical spill at a factory in Pittsburgh. Charlie knew the factory was owned by Michelangelo a member of The Society and avid collector of Renaissance paintings, hence his moniker.

"What have you come up with?" Charlie asked, as he strode back into the bedroom. Felicity was quick to respond.
"I've decided that Scarlett should be punished by the wearing of a shock-collar and the deprivation of food for one week." Charlie shook his head.
"Felicity, you have to get better at this. I like the shock-collar and food deprivation, but that should be just the start." Charlie left the room and returned a few minutes later with a plain carboard box. He opened it and began removing things.
"First things first, I think Scarlett here should lose something important to her, such as her sight. These contact lenses should block out all light. For the next two weeks, Scarlett will be living in darkness. Secondly, Scarlett will be moved from her cell into a pet-cage. The cage is designed for a large dog, so Scarlett should have plenty of room. She will be ring-gagged and have a vibrating butt-plug inserted. In addition, I also have these nipple clamps which, much like the shock-collar, will electrocute her at random intervals. She will also have her arms trapped in this armbinder." Charlie held up the device.

"The cage is in the third bedroom on the left down the hall, I want her locked in the cage by 9pm, so you have a little under two hours to get her ready, Felicity."

With that, Charlie walked out, and Felicity moved forward to begin binding and gagging Scarlett.