I don't care how good he might have thought he was, but he didn't have my motivation. He didn't have time to bring it all the way out so I stabbed him...in the knuckles and the knife dropped from nerveless fingers.As I was scolded later, I suppose I could have decked him and taken him alive since I'd just disarmed him. Yeah right. Before his knife even hit the floor I had fifteen centimeters of fruit chopping steel up under his sternum and tickling his heart. He was dead before he flopped back on. After I put on my make up and dressed , I looked in the mirror andcould see that the blouse allowed my bra to be seen rather vividly. Ithought that I looked like a tart, but I suspect that was what Annwanted me to look like. I touched up my hair with a brush and felt thatwas the best I could do under the circumstances.I also had a difficult time maneuvering down the regular stair case tothe ground floor. But with the railing and Toms support I managed todescend without a mishap. Tom and Ann. "Come, slave. I will show you your room."She led me under a huge, curving staircase to a small corridor and then a door. She opened the door and led me down another corridor and then up a staircase. We went down yet another corridor, passing doors with nameplates on them for the other girls. She stopped in front of another door with an empty nameplate and opened it. The room was large and a carpet covered the floor. In the corner, a large bed sat next to a cabinet with a lamp on it. The bed had. "That's right, sweetheart", the Mistress crooned, "cry for me". The Mistresskissed her lips, swallowing Chelsie's moan of pleasure as she attached thenipple clamps.Mistress Lisa stepped back and and admired the vision of her submissivegirl, all properly made up and bound. She ran her hands over every inch ofChelsie's body, lightly carressing certain areas and roughly handlingothers. "A dream come true, little one?", she asked Chelsie with a smile asshe picked up her paddle. Chelsie's eyes.