Varga Comes to Collect Samia

Samia now she knelt in the corner of the shop entrance while Fiorella stared down at her, cane in hand. She made sure not to move from her position, from fear of being struck again. It was good motivation to be a good ****. It was just what she needed.

“Now, when your master returns for you,” Fiorella said. “What will you remember not to do?”

Samia’s mind went blank, all she could remember were the three instructions on how to walk.

“What have you learned today?” Fiorella tapped the tender skin on Samia’s thigh with the cane.

Samia looked up at Fiorella, then suddenly remembered when the cane smacked her breast.

“Clearly you need more training.”

“I’m sorry, mistress. I shouldn’t look at my master. My eyes should be down or straight ahead.”

“Good. Now kneel there quietly until he arrives.”

She continued to kneel with her hands behind her back, feeling the numbness in her knees.

Varga arrived shortly after.

“Your **** needs a lot of training,” Fiorella said. “Be firm with her. Very firm.”

“I see.”

Samia made sure not to look up at him as he looked down at her, kneeling in the corner, feeling humiliated.

“I would suggest you make her walk for you when you get her home. And if her eyes wander where they’re not supposed to, be sure to punish her.”

“Where should her eyes not wander to?” Varga asked.

“You answer him, ****,” Fiorella ordered.

Samia gulped down saliva. “I should not look at my master unless instructed to, my eyes should be down or straight ahead.”

Varga nodded.

“Be sure also to **** her more,” Fiorella said. “Make her know her place. Do not allow her to use the furniture, make her kneel on the floor. Use her as a footstool perhaps, make her do any jobs in your household, give her rules to follow. She could be a good ****, with the right training. I have something for her to wear.” She handed Varga a black leather collar, with a steel ring on the front.

Varga stared at it for a short while, before approaching Samia and tying it around her neck. She stared ahead, only looking into his eyes because he was right in front of her.

"Good," said Fiorella. "If I were you, I'd keep her clothes from her for now. Make her walk home naked."

Samia gulped at the thought of the humiliation.