Mistress Rei

The Japanese woman, who despite being a good head shorter than Casey, and beneath the floor Barrow had set for Abby when hunting for mailgirl candidates, had an intimidating presence about her nonetheless. And as much as it may have been Barrow who was running the show, it would be Mistress Rei calling the shots when it came to Casey's induction into her new role.

"Knees," she instructed, her English good but heavily accented. "In the corner." She rounded the table and joined the naked girl by the door.

Casey looked to Dreisewerd in one last desperate plea for rescue. It was a mistake.

"Knees!" Mistress Rei barked again, and grabbed the girl by her long, blonde locks. She literally tugged her to the floor, and Casey had to catch herself with her hands, before rising back up to her knees. She was facing now the corner, with her bare back to Abby and Barrow. "Eyes on the floor."

Casey did as instructed, even managing to squeak out a, "Yes, ma'am," along the way, before the sniffles began to break out. She was going to cry.

Mistress Rei wasn't going to allow it, though. First it was a correction - "Yes, mistress," -- which Casey was forced to parrot back. And then a warning. "No crying," Mistress Rei ordered, with the threat of punishment going unspoken.

"Yes, mistress."

If this didn't already feel like a punishment, Casey could be assured that there worse things her new mistress was ready and willing to do to her.

"It is an honor to be chosen as a mailgirl."

"Yes, mistress."

From the little black satchel Mistress Rei had been holding behind her back, she produced a thick, vicious-looking, black metal collar. It was like something fished from the deepest, darkest corners of a bondage-and-discipline fetishist's imagination. This was no pretty little piece of jewelry -- it was ugly, and evil, and affixed with a series of D-rings that Mistress Rei could put into use as she saw fit. And, though Casey wouldn't have her new mailgirl number inked upon her hip until after she'd showered and shaved, the dog tag hooked upon the collar clearly established her as Number 5. As Mistress Rei clicked the collar around the girl's neck, Casey Campbell was stripped even of her name.

"Practice," Mistress Rei began. "'Ma'am, per Human Capital, I am to be called by my mail room number.'"

Mailgirl Number Five visibly shuddered, but held back the sobs that so clearly wanted to escape. "Ma'am, per Human Capital, I am to be called by my mail room number."

"Again."

"Ma'am, per Human Capital, I am to be called by my mail room number."

"Again"

"Ma'am, per Human Capital, I am to be called by my mail room number."

"Good girl," Mistress Rei answered, but took hold of the blonde's hair once more. "Back straight." She waited for Five to comply.

"Chest out."

"Hands behind your back. Left wrist in your right hand."

Pause.

"Knees apart."

"More."

"More."

"Knees" was the shorthand name of one of a good twelve or thirteen positions that USF's mailgirls were expected to learn and execute on command. "Ankles." "Hands-and-Knees." "Elbows-and-Knees." "Forehead-and-Knees." "Head-Shoulders-Knees-and-Toes?" Abby didn't know them all. In those rare moments during the day, though, that Five wasn't actively engaged in a delivery or some other task, it was this current position, "Knees," to which she'd default -- kneeling, with knees at least shoulder-width apart, arms behind her, and back arched, all while she kept her head down, submissively, and focused on some imaginary spot on the floor in front of her.

Five would be treated to a game of Simon Says, Mailgirls Edition, a bit later that morning, before Mistress Rei allowed her out into the rest of the building. It'd been an hour yesterday of up-and-down, and this-way-and-that, and back-and-forth, before she'd let Three and Four go, to shadow One and Two. Mistress Rei apparently demanded perfection; she'd barked at them, screamed at them, pulled their hair, slapped them around, and even let loose with a riding crop a number of times. Only later did it dawn upon Abby that the exercise was less about the positions themselves, and more about Mistress Rei establishing control and putting her new charges in their place.

Five's new collar wasn't the only item that Mistress Rei had brought with her, though. Nor was it the only item that seemed mail-ordered from a BDSM catalog. As Five had the honor of being the first girl recruited that morning, she also had the honor of being forced to wait as Mistress Rei joined Abby and Barrow in recruiting Mailgirl Number Six. Given the order to open her mouth, the naked blonde complied, and was treated to a black, silicone ball gag that her mistress secured around the back of her head. Then, of course, came the black leather blindfold.

Number Five, stripped to skin, gagged and sightless, was left in the corner of the room.

"Stay," Mistress Rei instructed, and then turned the others.