Cuffed and collared

Mildred stopped at the pegboard by the door. She looked over the various collars and leashes, and cuffs that hung there. She picked out a thick black leather collar, a leash made of thick, welded links, and a set of matching cuffs. She put the collar around Belle's neck, and snapped it closed with a small padlock. Next she put the cuffs around Belle's wrists and ankles. The cuffs had heavy steel rings encircling them, while the collar only had one. Mildred snapped the leash into the collar ring, then she smiled at Belle who was shivering from the coolness of the dungeon. "I'm going to allow you to hang out in my bedroom tonight. But first, let's pick up your pile of clothes. We need to dispose of them."

Mildred lead Belle by the leash over to the neatly folded clothes she had worn. "Pick them up" she commanded Belle. "Everything gets burned except your underwear. You may keep that, but you cannot wear it unless I say so."

As soon as Belle picked up the neatly folded pile, Mildred tugged on her leash. She followed Mildred out of the dungeon, and down a wide corridor. Steel doors lined the walls on both sides. Every door had bars for a window. They continued until they reached a larger room that contained more equipment. There were exam tables with stirrups mounted to them, a dentist's chair, an odd looking pyramid shaped device with a smooth rounded top, and an old iron maiden. Chains dangled from steel beams, and a cross sat in the middle of the room. A row of cabinets lined the wall before them. Belle could only guess they contained assorted **** devices. At the far end of the room, they reached their destination. Mildred opened a heavy cast iron door cut into the wall. Flames leaped out to greet her as she stood back. "Throw your clothes in" she commanded. "Hand your underwear to me."

With a heavy sigh and some hesitation, Belle threw her clothes into the fire, and watched them burn. She knew now her life as a thief was over. She looked at her lace underwear. It was the last reminder of her old life she had left. She gave her underwear to her new Mistress as she watched the rest burn to gray ash. Tears started forming in her eyes, and she now lamented coming here at all. She turned to Mildred with pleading, tearful eyes. "Please, I'm sorry. I'll never bother you again if you let me go."

"It's too late for that, my dear Belle. You're in a position to demand nothing, and I am in a position to grant nothing." She looked sternly into the eyes of Belle. "You know too much. How am I supposed to trust you not to say anything about what you've seen? Now stop crying before I give you something to cry about. And no more silly talk about me letting you go."

Belle stood there, naked and defeated, cuffed and collared with a leash to be led by. Her head hung down in shame. She saw the logic in Mildred's words, and quietly sobbed acceptance of them.

Mildred gave Belle time to grieve over her lost life, then gently prodded her with a tug on the leash. "Let's go, my pet. I want to have some fun with you before I start training you."

Belle looked up at Mildred. "Fun, Mistress?" she asked.

"That's why I am taking you to my room" she replied. "Or would you rather spend the night in a cell?"

'But Mistress, I'm not a lesbian" Belle protested.

"You are whatever I want you to be. Tonight you are a lesbian."

Belle had no reply. Instead she followed reluctantly as Mildred tugged on her leash.