The prisoner still could not catch his breath. Before he could answer, Marcia sat down again in a chair and dismissed the laces on her boots. After a moment, both boots were removed. Below them, the girls were wearing socks of a poisonous green color. She jumped up and began, fooling around, to dance in front of the captive:

- Well, now what would you like to do with me?

The girl's bloody legs made a man an unexpected impression. It seemed that he had forgotten about the hail of blows poured on his ass, and made a desperate attempt to escape from the bondage. His face was red with rage:

- You, little bitch! I'll kill you! Untie me!

- I am without boots, I am without boots! - Marcia sang, dancing, - I am without boots, and you can't do anything to me!

- I fuck you! I'll strangle you! Me and

The girl stopped and put her foot in a sock to his face:

- Smell them! I have not removed these socks since Monday! Do you know why? So that I can do this!

Without sitting down, she pulled off her socks, first with one and then with the other leg, whose feet were not very clean. The girl firmly held the captive's nose with her thumb and forefinger and stuffed her sweaty green socks into his open mouth. He, gasping for breath, tried to spit them out, but to no avail. Marcia tore off two or three fresh streaks from a large roll of adhesive tape and sealed the lower part of the man’s face with them, making all his attempts to free himself from the nasty gag unsuccessful.

Stepping back, she glanced at the mechanical legs that mercilessly beat a man:

- I think your ass is promoted enough with these soft boots. It's time for the next couple.

She opened the closet, inside which turned out to be a dozen pairs of boots of different models, but the same size. Marcia chose boots similar to her own: ankle-high and pointed toes. Holding the boots in one hand, she went to the car and turned it off: the legs, moving by inertia for a moment, stopped; the buzz ceased.

- Do you hope for relief? - without reducing voices, the girl shouted, - No? Does your bottom hurt? Imagine how you feel when I change my boots and turn on the car again

“One minute, younger Mrs. Marcia,” Mrs. Gardner intervened.

She entered the room. The car shielded the doorway, and none of the participants in the scene looked at the door. Now that the younger Mrs. Marcia has noticed Mrs. Gardner, her whole demeanor has changed. She looked guiltily at her bare feet.

“Get your boots on right away,” Mrs. Gardner sternly ordered. “Until you fully control the prisoner, you must be careful with him.” This is a strong man. What would happen if he escaped? He would have fulfilled his threat, Marcia, I assure you.

Marcia lowered her head:

- Sorry, Madame Davinia.

- You could not say hello. “Do not turn on the device again,” she added, “I think we will assign the captive number 12 a portion of kicks with real legs.

She turned to Roy, who entered after her. She noticed that his mouth opened in surprise.

- You really did not know what institution I contain in this estate?

Roy shook his head.

“Mr. Keen never told me that.”

- He is a very tactful person. But I can tell you. This house is a closed college where the science of female domination is studied.

“You mean the whips and all that?”

- We use whips. But in fact, our main management tool is ladies' boots. She untied the belt and, not at all embarrassed, threw a dressing gown over the chair. In addition to the classic knee-high boots with heels, she wore a tunic and shorts of shiny black vinyl.On straight shoulders were epaulets with metal rivets. In a narrow and deep V-shaped chest neckline of the tunic was visible white neck, on which there were no decorations. Mrs. Gardner wore a wide belt with a buckle that looked more like a corset. Its huge steel buckle was decorated with the emblem “D. M. S. "

- You may not know this, young man, but in terms of psychology, boots represent aggression, domination and strength. Here at Lockwood Lodge, our students understand what it means. Very well understood.

- Your pupils? - Roy squeezed out - Are these assholes paying you to get here?

- No, they pay to get out of here. For all set the same fee, independent of the length of stay here. But if a man gives up before I finish his course of study, he can pay a ransom for himself. Leaving this manor in any other way is impossible. Even if someone suddenly manages to get out of the estate, he will have to get to his home without transport and without money, besides, dressed in an unusual way - she pointed to number 12, connected with leather straps, on which there was nothing except thin panties,

“And when he gets to the house, he will find that we have managed to take some very incriminating photographs, which we have already managed to get to his wife, or his mother, or his boss.”

- Yes-aa-a - Roy drawled.

- Any possibility of rebellion inside the estate is also excluded. We can simultaneously accommodate up to 15 pupils, each in a separate cell. In my submission are four younger mistress, not counting Kate. In addition, most of the pupils who are here at the same time are close to complete submission. But we must always be vigilant, ”Mrs. Gardner finished.

She rose above the captive number 12:

- You, dirty toad!

If he had the hope that the appearance of Madame Davinia would lead to his release from the fetters, or that, at the very least, he would get a nasty gag from his mouth, now she has left him. Already enmeshed with straps, he shrank all over, looking at her in fright.

“This young man has just delivered for me a new pair of high leather jackets made to my special order by the House of Shoes. The younger Mrs. Marcia will help me put shoes on them now, and then I will kick you. Kicking so hard for so long that in the end you will be begging to get you back to the car.

She sat on a chair:

- Marcia, bring boots!

She took the long box from Roy's hands. Kneeling down on one knee, she carefully removed Mrs. Gardner's boots, which reached her knee, exposing her graceful white feet with a neat pedicure. Marcia opened the box and unwrapped the black wrapping paper. Mrs. Gardner, keeping a strict look, observed this procedure, but her eyes sparkled in anticipation.

Boots appeared.

“Excellent leather boots, madame,” said Marcia, and fell silent.

Mrs. Gardner's facial expression also changed.

“Give me that boot,” she said calmly.

Marcia gave her a boot that was on top. Mrs. Gardner held it up to her eyes, meticulously examining the surface of the skin with a sharp eye, following her with the tips of her long thin fingers. Her gaze and hands walked along the entire length of the boot, from the very top to the sole, sometimes moving to another boot that was still in the box for comparison. At last Mrs. Gardner looked at Roy.

“Someone already shod them,” she said.

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