Take them downstairs

Laurel slaps her boot with the riding crop and points to the hall with it, staring at the younger women. Utterly subservient, Lisa meekly stands and goes where she's directed. Amanda looks to you for help, her hands out in appeal, her mouth trembling.

"Do as you're told, slut," you tell her with a flat emotionless voice. She whimpers and complies, looking over her shoulder at you like a whipped dog.

Laurel directs them downstairs and into a dark room, Amanda sobbing quietly and hugging herself, Lisa moving with fatalistic acceptance. As they enter, your wife flips a light switch and track lighting comes on around the room, revealing the well equipped dungeon that you and your wife built when you bought the townhouse. Amanda moans in anguish as she realizes what it is and turns to flee, running right into you. You hold her arms as she struggles, whimpering in fear.

"Please don't hurt me, not me Master. Hurt her, she stole from you, don't hurt me please. Hurt that bitch Master, please let me go!"

Saying nothing, you drag her across the room to where some chains descend from the ceiling, a pair of shackles attached to them. Seeing them, Amanda struggles harder, begging and whining piteously, her face streaked with tears of panic.

"Please! You can't do this! Mrs. Chandler I'm sorry I let him fuck me! I'm sorry! Oh please don't hurt me!" she shrieks as you lock the shackles on her wrists and pull the chains up until she's standing on the balls of her feet.

Laurel struts in front of her, stroking the riding crop against her face.

"Hush, poor slut. Hush. Be still," she crooned softly at the helpless girl, who stops screaming but stares at Laurel with trembling fear. "There, that's better poor little slut. Don't worry, nothing will happen to you that you don't already want, and already deserve."

"Wha...what...what do you mean?" Amanda asks in a quavering voice. Laurel's only answer was a cold, beautiful smile and a final gentle stroke of the girl's cheek with the riding crop, before strutting to Lisa.

"You're an obedient one, aren't you? Surprising for a thieving slut."

"Yes Mistress."

"You've learned that quickly at least. The Master has taught you well."

"Yes Mistress. He has punished me for my stealing. He and...the others..."

"How many men used you, girl?"

"Eight, Mistress."

"Eight?" Laurel raises an eyebrow at you, before turning her attention back to Lisa. "You must be sore."

"Yes Mistress, but I will obey my Master and you. I deserved the Master's punishment. I am sorry for what I did, and if my body can make amends, I offer it to you."

"Take off your clothes girl."

"Without hesitation, the brunette obeys letting the clothes fall to the floor, standing meekly naked in front of Laurel.

"Pierced nipples," says Laurel. "Very pretty." She strokes the riding crop over Lisa's stiff nipples, watching the young woman quiver. "Oh, you'll be a treat, won't you girl? Kneel there until I call for you.