She had no choice but to follow as he pulled her behind him. He stopped at the door, a buzzer sounded and then he pushed open the door and pulled her in behind him. Inside was a counter, with a uniformed man sitting behind it, and a heavy steel door set into the wall behind him. "Listen carefully Cathy," her Master ordered.

"Your behavior has not been pleasing to your Master. Not only did you disobey, but also you left without permission, you ran away from me. There is no excuse for this. Perhaps I have been lax in my discipline, in overseeing your training. In the past I have been lenient, understanding of your needs, but no more. Now you will learn what your Master demands from you."

"This is a special training school, for those girls who have not responded properly to an indulgent Master. Rules here are strict, no exceptions allowed, no excuses accepted. You will be told what to do, and you will stay here until you have learned how to act in a proper manner. I'm not giving you a choice, so pay attention to what I'm telling you. As your Master I decide what is best for you. At this moment I believe the best place for you is this school, regardless of where you want to go or what you want to do. You may not like it; in fact I can guarantee you will not enjoy this experience. You will do it anyway.

"And you will remain here for as long as necessary. This is a secure facility. It is built underground, and you are at its only entrance. It is over a hundred miles from the nearest highway, across empty desert. No one has ever left here until her Master has approved her release."

A shiver ran through Cathy's body on hearing those words delivered in the harsh tones underlying her Master's irritation at what she had done. "Not pleasing to your Master," words she had hoped never to hear. She had failed in what she most desired to give to her Master. "Remain here" was an ominous phrase too. The full impact of what she had done suddenly hit her. She had broken her pledge of submission, to her one true Master, without asking for her release. She had asked for no limits, given herself freely and totally to him, and now she knew she must face any punishment he chose for her, for she could not live without him.

"Turn and face the wall. Hands above your head, against the wall. Spread your legs," he ordered, pushing her ankles apart with his foot. "Good, remain in that position, do not move," he commanded as he went to the counter where the attendant handed him a heavy box.

Her Master reached in and took out an oval metal ring, slightly larger than her neck, about an inch high, hinged on one side, a lock on the other. She recognized it immediately, her collar, the one she wore for special occasions, as a token of her Master's ownership. He opened it, slid it around her neck and closed it, the "click" of the lock loud in the small anteroom. "This time, it doesn't come off at the end of the day. This time, it doesn't come off, period." She felt the weight of the steel press against her throat. She had worn it many times before, but only for short periods of a few hours, once overnight, but never more than a day. It wasn't uncomfortable but she wasn't used to the weight and the closeness against her throat.

Then he turned back to the box and pulled out a larger object. At first she wasn't able see it, but as he turned, she saw it from the corner of her eye, and a sense of dread went through her. Too well she knew the grip of the wide steel band around her waist, the heavy, close-fitting metal shield between her legs, the bar up to the waistband in the back. It was a chastity belt, her custom-fitted chastity belt. How well she remembered the weekend he had left it on her, her frustration as he had teased and excited her, her pulling at it, trying to slip it off, to somehow get a finger under the shield. And she remembered her failure, her inability to touch herself, the belt blocking her every attempt. Like the collar she had not worn the belt very often or for very long at a time, only when her Master wanted to tease and play with her.

"Do not move" he ordered once again, and she was held motionless by his words. Unlocking the belt, he stood behind her. He unlocked and pulled open the waistband, placing it around her waist, above her hips. Stepping to her side, he reached down, between her legs, and pulled up the shield, locking it in front to the waistband. Her Master stepped back, still with a slight smile parting his lips, "This time, it will not come off so quickly. Every minute of the day you will feel your Master's hold on you, in a most intimate way. Perhaps it will give you some incentive to learn.

"I will review your progress at certain intervals. If I am satisfied you are doing your best, meeting my expectations, perhaps I will open the front for brief periods. But if I find otherwise, then it stays on, and it stays locked shut. You will be required to wear the belt, and your collar, for as long as you stay here. It will be all you are allowed to wear. Now it is time."

Taking her by one arm, her wrists still imprisoned by the handcuffs, he led her toward the rear door. The attendant stood and unlocked the door, pulling it open. Inside was an elevator with another guard waiting. Her Master handed Cathy to the waiting guard, then stepped back. "Master?" she dared to ask, unsure of what was about to happen.

"No, I won't be with you. Learn, do your best, I will visit you as time permits and your progress warrants. Do as you are told, don't cause trouble, and don't ask to be released from here. Remember, the only way you will leave here is if and when I allow it." Those were her Master's parting words.

The guard took her arm, pulled her into the elevator and shut the door, cutting her off from the outside world. The elevator car began moving down, plunging her into a terrifying yet unknown fate. She did trust her Master, but she also knew he could be unpredictable when she defied him. She had never seen him so upset at her, but as always he was outwardly calm. He would not injure or maim her but she had little doubt whatever awaited her when the elevator stopped would not be pleasant.

The elevator car continued its journey downward, taking her to a new and very different world. She stood quietly, looking down at her hands, the handcuffs around her wrists holding them together. She felt the guard's strong grip on her upper arm. She was conscious of how exposed and helpless she was, her nude body covered only by the chastity belt between her legs, her Master's collar circling her neck, proclaiming her nature to all. She had no secrets from these men. Knowing she was submissive, they would expect her obedience; take it as a matter of fact. There was a clear hierarchy of authority here, and she was at the lowest level.

After what seemed an eternity, the elevator car came to a stop. The inner door opened, revealing a heavy barred gate. Her escort unlocked the gate with a key attached to his belt. He slid it open to the side. Pressure from the guard's grip on her arm forced her out of the elevator into the corridor. He halted her with a pull on her arm, just outside the gate. She stopped and looked up to him, waiting for instructions. He shut the gate to the elevator and made sure it was locked before he led her forward, walking down the hallway toward another door at the end. They stopped in front of a heavy, solid metal door. He opened it with a key, then took her into the room, never letting go of his iron grip on her arm.

In the room was a small table, a steel-barred door to another hallway, and a large sign next to it:

S E C U R E D A R E A

Beyond this point, females are required to:

1) OBEY ALL ORDERS FROM WARDENS

2) REMOVE ALL CLOTHING AND JEWELRY

3) WEAR IDENTIFYING COLLAR

4) BE ESCORTED BY A WARDEN OUTSIDE A ROOM

5) WEAR A CONTROL BELT

6) WEAR RESTRAINTS WHILE BEING ESCORTED BETWEEN ROOMS

No exceptions are allowed for any reason

Cathy looked at the sign, understanding those posted rules applied to her. Silent till now, her guard, a "Warden" they were called, spoke to her, "Read these rules. Never forget them. We will know about any infraction, no matter how minor."

"Yes Sir," she replied, instinctively knowing she must behave in a respectful manner to the Wardens, hoping it was the proper form of address. The Warden did not reply, instead he towed her along with him to the far door, stopping in front of the close-set steel bars. In a moment yet another Warden appeared, on the other side of the door. Her guard unlocked the gate, then handed her through, transferring her to the new Warden, then he stepped back and closed the door behind her.

Already she had passed through three locked barriers. Now she well understood what her master had meant when he said it was a secure facility. Her new Warden took hold of her handcuffs, "Come with me," he commanded, and led her down yet another corridor, passing several empty cells, until they reached one with a single inhabitant.

Inside was another woman, collared and belted as Cathy was, kneeling in the rear of the small cell, back straight, legs apart, and eyes down, hands on her thighs. Cathy's Warden pushed her against the bars at the front of the cell, "Do not move," he ordered. He unlocked the cell door using a large key on a ring connected to his belt, pulled open the heavy steel door, and then pushed her inside. Noticing the girl on the floor had not moved, Cathy stood very still, not sure what was expected of her next. The Warden closed the cell door. Cathy heard the sound of the lock as it latched shut.

"Turn around," he ordered, and Cathy quickly turned to face him. "This girl will explain how you are to behave while a guest here. It is in your best interests to listen to her carefully." He turned and walked off.