The Remaking of a Slave 6

    Allanah smiled and raised an eyebrow at the seething Timothy. “You wouldn't welch on a bet with a lady, now would you? Kindly remove your shirt and shoes and let Pablo show you to the dungeon”
    Timothy spat back, “There is no fucking way that I will ever pretend to be your slave you little bitch.” his face was red and and his voice becoming more and more shrill as he went on. He laughed almost maniacly, as if to mock Allanah.
    “If you think that I will humble myself before you or any other piece of female meat, you are sadly mistaken. This was all very good for a laugh, however, I'm done playing here with you now, I'll be seeing you. And oh, by the way, you'll be voted off the committee in short order, I'll see to that personally. I actually came here tonight to tell you that I won't be needing your vote after all. You see, there have been some serious allegations leveled against you my dear. Your close friend Sheila Carson, and a few others who shall remain nameless, just to keep it interesting, have already submitted complaints to the committee regarding your financial misapropriations. I'm sure that you'll be contacted very soon to answer the charges against you. And of course, since I am not officially on the committee, yet, I could have had nothing to do with it. Oh, and Kayli, of course you'll be coming back with me once This bitch is taken care of. Don't want you to feel left out” With that he stood, made a ridiculously grandiose bow, and lifted the chess board to grab the contracts.   While Allanah remained completely nonplussed knowing that her financial affairs were well documented, and in order in every way, Kayli felt the room beginning to spin and held tight to the tablecloth. She tried to control her breathing so she wouldn't hyperventilate, but thought she might lose the battle as her heart pounded faster and faster in her chest.   There was a moment of silence and then a resounding thud.
    Before Timothy could process what was happening he felt a heavy weight land on his chest and something hard against his back as the air was instantly flushed from his lungs. His legs sprawled uncontrollably and his arms flailed wildly. He tried to scramble back to his upright position, but as Andrew outweighed him by a good hundred pounds, it was difficult, if not impossible. The hardness against his back was, of course, the floor. Being trapped between the marble floor and Andrew was perfectly described with the old phrase- ”between a rock and a hard place”.
    Andrew had neatly tackled him with all the grace of an NFL Linebacker. He scowled in disgust at the poor excuse for a man. It took every bit of Andrew's strength not to kill the piece of refuse under him, and the idea was still teetering on the verge of becoming action. Who did he think he was talking to Mistress that way?    He knew that he would be reprimanded for his behavior toward a guest, but was willing to suffer the consequences in this particular instance. Mistress had rarely had to discipline him, but he knew her well, and knew this one would not go without mention, even though he had been protecting her. His thick forearm pressed relentlessly against Timothy's throat.   When he spoke, he gnashed his teeth together. “One more word and you'll be drinking your meals instead of eating them. You will live up to your end of this bargain.” It seemed to Timothy as if Andrew might very well snap off his head. He went completely silent, and waited there, not really knowing what to do. Kayli watched the scene with eyes as wide as saucers, unsure it was really happening.
    After a few seconds, a familiar voice broke through to him. Allanah had never so much as raised an eyebrow when she said, “Andrew, please see that Mr. O'Neill finds his place in the dungeon so that we may continue our evening. Pablo will help you.   When you are finished, please wait for me in my room.”
    He obeyed immediately, standing and grabbing Timothy by the scruff of his neck and then his arm, he and Pablo dragged the man down the stairs. His shirt was removed without much fuss, then they roughly fastened irons on his hands and after removing his boots and socks, clamped a larger, but matching pair to his ankles. The ankle cuffs were chained to the floor, and the hand cuffs hung from a hook in the ceiling. Timothy cursed them both under his breath as they walked away, not brave enough to try Andrew's temper again. He twisted and pulled and realized that he could not free himself. He wondered why, if she was going to go on with this ridiculous charade, had she ordered only his shirt off. He always kept his slaves naked in his home. He dismissed the thought by thinking that, of course, Allanah was not as well trained as he in the art of slave preparation, the proud look in the eyes of her slaves had proved that to him.   He grinned to himself, then the realization of what he had wagered crept in and he almost panicked. But his arrogance, ignorance, and cold pride kept him on the edge of calm. Though, had he any idea of what was in store for him, he would have definitely come unglued at that very moment.

    In her bedroom, Allanah looked toward Kayli and smiled. She went to her and pulled her into her arms, whispering in her ear, "I am very proud of you little one.
Though, I have to admit, I never thought for one second you would lose to
that imbecile. Are you OK my little pet?"
    Kayli was shaking, "I was so worried that he would get you, Mistress, and
hurt you."
    Allanah stroked her hair comfortingly, "He is never going to hurt anyone
ever again. I promise you that. You will never, ever go back to him. You
are mine.   Do you understand that?"
    Kayli nodded as Allanah maneuvered her toward the stairs.
    "Now, Tim is going to be here for a bit as a training slave," She spoke
gently but firmly to Kayli, "You are never to go to the dungeon to see him
without my express permission. If I do allow it, you will never go alone.
You must always have one of us along with you. He may be locked up, but he
is still dangerous."
    "Yes, Mistress." Kayli didn't think that she ever wanted to see Master Tim
again, but part of her ached to see what Mistress would do to him.   As they
moved up the stairs and into Mistress's spacious room, Kayli gathered up her
courage.
    "Mistress?"
"Yes?" Allanah said distractedly as she began to unfasten Kayli's catsuit,
a smile of pleasure on her face like someone opening a present.
    "If-if I am y-yours, t-than w-why haven't you c-collared me?"
Allanah stroked the exposed skin of Kayli's shoulders, leaning over to
kiss the pale skin tenderly, "Do you want a collar? Would it make you feel safer to have one?” The words were spoken through a smile as she listened to Kayli try to stammer out an explanation, making a trail of kisses over the soft flesh of her collarbone.
    “I-I-I”
    “Do you need to wear my mark so badly, pet?”
    Kayli's lower lip trembled and tears began streaming as she reluctantly sighed out her answer, “Y-yes, Mistress”
    Instead of giving a direct answer, Allanah slid her arms around the back of the outfit and said, “Let's finish undressing you.” Kayli was very worried about the unanswered question, but Mistress didn't let her stew for very long. After Kayli stepped out of the suit, Allanah asked her, “Do you remember what the boys' collars looked like?”
    “Yes, Mistress, they were gold chains with a lion's head with diamond eyes”
    “One like this?” Allanah smiled as she turned the catsuit Kayli had been wearing around and showed the charm that was still attached to the zipper at the back of it. The tears began to flow more freely and she was unable to restrain herself from hugging Allanah. She wrapped her arms around the girl and held her close, continuing to whisper into her ear.
    “You may not have been wearing a collar, but you were wearing my mark, as you will be from now on. I may not have had you wear it on a necklace like the boys wear, but you have worn that insignia since you were first dressed. have you not looked at the lock on your shoes? Did you not notice the engraved lion's head on it? Tonight I had you marked twice, so there was no question that you were mine. I many not always have you wear a traditional collar, but you will always be marked, Little One."
    Allanah cupped Kayli's bare breast and pinched her erect nipple. She teased it with her fingers until the girl moaned. Tim had thought her an animal. He had missed the sensual beauty of passion. He had been such a fool.   "Who knows. Someday, my medallion could dangle from here."   She was rewarded with another moan of increased arousal and Kayli squirming against her in helpless hunger.
    With a signal, she had Joshua come and take her place. He was already naked; his body exquisite, her own body responding to his. His strong broad hands stroked the delicious exposed skin on the slave girl until she could barely stand. Scooping her up effortlessly, Joshua carried her into the big bed and settled her in the middle of it.
    "Remember, Joshua, gentle. Take your time and leave something for me from
both of you for when I get back."
    At this point, Andrew entered the room, blushing at the sight of Joshua and
Kayli in the bed, and knelt on the floor at the feet of his Mistress. He
lowered his eyes to the floor.
    Allanah stood for a long moment, her fingers playing in his hair looking
down at him, the only sounds in the room, the whimpering of Kayli's
increasing passion.   She finally spoke, "Andrew, you both disappointed me
and made me proud tonight. I am proud that I have slaves who would defend
me so well, but to tackle and threaten a guest in my house.." She trailed
off.
    He made a small sound of pain and she knew that her disappointment was more
painful to him than any physical torture.
    "Your punishment will be to know my disappointment in you and to loose the
privilege of the piano for one week."
    He looked up in anguish, his eyes wet with tears, "Yes, Mistress.   I am
sorry."
    She stroked his hair again, "I know you are.   Go to Pablo and spend the
night with him."   Pablo would give him the physical comforting and release
he would need after such a tense day.
    With a longing look to the pair in the bed, she headed to the dungeon.
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