A strange turn of events.

"So, young lady, What is the meaning of this?" Samantha Billinger stands in front of me, all confidence and professionalism. Her hands are placed against her hips. She looks at me like a teacher at a naughty school girl.

"I'm so sor-sorry," I sniff.

SLAP!

I'm so surprised, I don't even dodge even though I can see the slap coming. The blow against my cheek bumps me heavily against the wall. My head swims. Oh, and that sting of pain!

"Wrong answer, bitch," the TV woman yells at me. "It's 'I'm so sorry, mistress!', slut!"

"I'm so sorry, mistress!" I blurt out. My reflexes from Sarah's training taking over for me. And I hardly can contain a sudden desire to fall to my knees and beg Samantha for forgiveness.

"Anything wrong, Mrs. Billinger?"

I recognize that voice instantly. It's Sarah, my real mistress. I press my shoulders against the walls, wishing I could vanish through them like a ghost in one of those mystic TV shows. I barely find the courage to take a quick look at her face. She's barely hiding her anger, yet she still contains a rather polite, if not humble, demeanor. That's interesting. However, that's not mine to interpret. Instead, my stomach squirms with distress and foreboding.

Mrs. Billinger turns around. A stern look slides onto her reserved face. "I'm very disappointed, Sarah."

Surprisingly, Sarah lowers her head in defeat. "I'm sorry, Samantha. I really thought she was ready."

"Obviously she isn't." Samantha Billinger turns her look towards me and then back again at the petite blonde. "She might be submissive enough, to do what she's been told. That much I'm willing to grant. But she lacks discipline."

Sarah nods.

"Well, I have to go back to the audience. Call me again in three months, when your **** has learned proper discipline for one to serve the powerfuls."

Sarah's reply is quite curt but meaningfil. "I will. And she will."

"We'll see."

Samantha Billinger turns around and leaves. As soon as she is out of sight, Sarah's demeanor does a 180° turn. "You fucking bitch," she snarls. My blood freezes and I'm stiff like a stick. Sarah's hands shoots out and clutches at my hair. I stifle a shriek, as she harsly yanks me down on my knees. "I warned you. I told you not to fail me, or you'd regret the day you were born."

"I'm sorry, mistress," I wail. "Honestly. I didn't mean to fail you. I did everything you asked me to. I... I didn't expect her to call me up. I... the dildo was so slippery. My **** cunt was..."

"Your **** cunt was unable to keep that dildo where it belonged." Roughly she shook me head, until the pain blurred my vision. "At least I'll have a small degree of reimburstion, knowing that from today, everyone at the campus will know you for that dirty 'ho you are. I can already see their faces, when they spot you. What will they think? 'Does she have a dildo again in her cunt?' Or maybe 'Who did she spread her legs for this time?'" Sarah looked at me. "Doesn't that prospect please you?"

"No, mistress," I answered truthfully.

"That's good to hear. A good deal of embarassement will be positive to your training. And I bet, the requests for sex won't be fewer than before."

"Yes, mistress." The prospect both fills me with dread and desire.

"Anyhow, the knowledge that you'll be known as the campus slut, is only a small measure of today's loss." Sarah gave my hair another hard yank. Her hands sneaks up under my loosely bound blouse and roughly squeezes one of my globes. I press my lips together not to scream. "But don't be afraid, there will be enough occasions to make up for your failure. And we will start right now."

My shoulders sag as I imagine all the evil things she might have in store for me. But she is my mistress and I disappointed her. I'm all determined not to fail her again... whatever the price may be.