"I'm contesting for a large piece of land next month", remarks Lady Reannon.
Lady Tanya forces her heel into the small of servant Shane's back, causing him to grunt in pain, and enquires, "Who against?"
Lady Reannon replies "Lady Jenna".
"Lady Jenna!" she exclaims. "Surely she could simply outbid you with her money?"
"Yes, I know", sighs Lady Reannon.
"But I think that she just matched my best offer in order to try and humiliate me with a servant battle.
With equal offers to the owner, it means that we will have to contest for it."
"What's she up to? She might be an arrogant conceited bitch, but she doesn't usually resort to petty arguments.
Have you upset her recently?"
"No", replies Lady
Reannon, "but I hear that she is training a new Mistress and has very high hopes for her.
I think that this contest has been arranged just to serve as a test for her".
Lady Tanya forces her heel harder into the back of the servant beneath her, and Lady Reannon crushes her heels into his legs.
They both seem a little happier as they listen to his moans of discomfort.
"Lady Reannon continues "The bitch doesn't need that land; it's remote from hers, but it's right next to mine. It would increase my hunting area immensely."
"Have they chosen which method is to be used for the contest? asks Lady Tanya.
"Yes, as if you couldn't guess - Servant Stamina", she replies.
"You're probably right then; just an exercise for Mistress Vanessa.
I hear that she's pretty good. Mind you, the contest won't be one-sided".
"What do you mean?" asks Lady Reannon.
"Well, Mistress Vanessa may well be good with her whip, but she still has to fell your chosen servant before her servant falls under the lash of your top Mistress."
"And?"

Daniel opens the gate to the field which is clearly marked "Private Property - Trespassers will be Tortured" and continues to stroll along, taking advantage of the late autumn sun.
No-one has the right to 'own' land he thinks to himself, and besides they rarely check these fields anyway. Hopefully, one of his snares will provide him with a meal.
He smiles to himself, quite pleased with his own 'tough-guy' image.
He fails to notice the young lady who comes up behind him, riding a horse that seems almost as arrogant as herself.
He does not, however, fail to feel the riding switch that slices through the air and slashes him across the side of his face. Two more cuts about the back of his neck make contact before he manages to spin around in a state of surprise.
"What are you doing in here?", she demands. "Can't you read?"
"I,I,I...er", stammers Daniel.
Crack! The switch slashes across his face before he can finish his sentence and his glasses are sent flying onto the ground.
Lady Jenna pulls at the rein and her horse responds by quickly turning its head sideways, knocking Daniel over. As he attempts to stand she rides at him and kicks him savagely in his back, knocking him to the ground again.
"Stay down, worm!" she orders. Daniel remains on all fours and begins to scrabble around in search of his glasses.

Lady Jenna has invited Lady Karla down to her Estate for the weekend.
"I have had problems with trespassers recently" she explains while out riding together.
"Mind you, when you own so much land it's difficult for the peasants to go anywhere" replies Lady Karla, laughingly.
"That's not the point, its my land and it's about time that they learned a little respect."
"I'll teach them respect" snarls Lady Karla. "Just send them to me."
"That's not necessary" replies Lady Jenna, "they provide us with much amusement actually. Look over there."
She pulls back at her rein, her horse responding instantly, and she gestures over to the right.
Lady Karla also eases her mount to a standstill and looks in the indicated direction.
A man, naked apart from a small loin cloth, leaps through a nearby hedge and sprints across the field ahead.
He glances to his side, notices the two Ladies, switches direction and continues to run downhill.
Lady Jenna laughs at the terrified look across his face and says "he must think that we are part of the hunt."
Moments later, the hedges explode as a dozen horses leap through them, ridden by cruel Ladies, yelling in excitement as they continue to pursue their unfortunate victim.
Each Lady is dressed in her favourite hunting outfit, mainly fashioned in leather, shiny PVC, or rubber. Several are wearing traditional jodhpurs and riding boots, but most have chosen spiked-heeled boots as they are more useful when the victim has been cornered.
All have sharp spurs that they use without mercy. The control of man or beast is a most exhilarating feeling, especially total control.
As they near their prey, long slim riding switches are raised high and then brought down with severe force.

Lady Karla is the head of State security and often visits the various locations prior to punishment events.
She delights in her freedom, knowing that she can leisurely enter and leave these special areas as she pleases.
She relaxes in the warm morning sun and runs her whip through her hands before several practice strokes.
This afternoon sees the correction of nine "wrong-doers" here at the "Temple-Zone", affectionately given this name as the Ladies like to think that males are here to worship the whips that shred their backs.
Usually, the guards administer the punishments, but today, Lady Karla has decided to use her whip on several of them, purely for her own pleasure.
It has been nearly four days since her leather last ripped into male flesh and she is eager to savour the sounds of the cracking whip as it tears into writhing bodies.
She smiles to herself as she thinks backs to her first real victim, who only barely survived the ordeal.
It was on her Eighteenth Birthday.
A factory worker had been selected at random and made to stand in the "square", a large concrete area in the town centre.
A crowd of Ladies and their servants had gathered to witness the spectacle.
It was a tradition that young Ladies, on reaching their Eighteenth birthday would publicly flog an innocent man to within an inch of his life.
It was considered an ideal test of their abilities to use a whip in the most effective way possible; to see how quickly the victim could be 'finished' with expert control of it.
It was not just a matter of the leather making contact with the flesh, but where it struck and how viciously. Judges, skilled at the art, were appointed to make appraisals of the events.
The victims, always young and strong, had to stand naked for as long as possible and for all they were worth.
If the judges considered that they fell without good cause, then their sons, brothers, friends and other male relatives would receive sentences of up to a hundred lashes each.
Generally, most managed to stand until it was no longer possible.
Lady Karla recalled running her whip through her hands as she glared at the trembling figure before her.
Each stroke must count, she had thought to herself.
And each stroke did; the leather tip of her whip striking him with intense force and accuracy, as he bellowed and screamed in agony.

Lady Jenna relaxes in her chair and smokes a cigarette as Mistress Vanessa fastens the zip on her thigh boots. She places the tip of her riding crop under the chin of her devoted Mistress.
"It's about time that we aquired a few more items of clothing for you" she says. "Tell one of the servants to ready the car. I'll drive myself. There's a nice shop in Central Town where we can obtain a few new outfits".
Mistress Vanessa smiles. She loves leather, how it fits so tightly and how sensual and powerful it makes her feel...
Mistress Vanessa leaves the room and enters the hallway, where a servant is meticulously polishing the floor.

He is aware of her approach as her heels click on the shiny floorboards, but dare not look up without permission.
His heart beats a little faster with anticipation, and he hopes that it is not Mistress Vanessa.
She is fairly new here at Lady Jenna's Estate and tends to be very free with her whip. Sure enough, she slashes her slim riding switch across his bare back and orders him to prepare a car.
Without hesitation, he obeys and sets off to do his new task as quickly as he can. He fails to escape a second stroke as he leaves, the tip of the switch catching him with a stinging cut across his backside.

Mistress Vanessa laughs. Sure can move when they want to she thinks.
She places her hands on her hips and watches the worthless male as he scurries about his duties.
Mistress Vanessa pauses for a moment, before returning to Lady Jenna, and reflects upon her current position.
This is the life; subservient male scum in it's rightful position, here to perform all menial work from heavy industry right down to degrading domestic tasks.
They are also used to satisfy any whim or sexual desire from their superior owners.
All females may own as many males as they can afford, the average being two or three and are permitted to make use of them as they wish.
State owned males, paid for out of rates, for such tasks as street cleaning, etc., are common property and can be treated as such by any female.
Ladies, however, with their vast estates and wealth can often own up to several hundred to use and abuse without a second thought. To them, a male is the lowest form of life that can be extinguished as easily as if they were to step on an insect.
Some young females, not born into such wealth, develop a desire for such a position.
Most are quite happy with their comfortable lives, but a few have burning desires for more power.
There are opportunities to gain a higher status by being selected to work for Ladies as their Mistresses.
Ladies, having gained their positions in society through birth-right, wealth, or a combination of both, need trusted overseers to ensure the smooth running of their vast estates.
To this end they select Mistresses, and for those who become more than efficient, and with whom a probable friendship may develop, the opportunities are endless.
Mistress Vanessa is such a person, with burning ambitions of power and wealth.
She has only been serving Lady Jenna for six months now, but already is showing excellent progress.
She returns to Lady Jenna and they make final preparations for their trip into town.
The servant enters moments later to inform them that the car is ready.
Soon, they are sitting in the powerful Mercedes, Lady Jenna at the wheel. With gentle pressure of her high-heeled boot on the accelerator, the car moves swiftly forwards, as she skilfully steers it along the winding drive.
Half an hour later they are driving through Central Town.
It is very quiet, with other cars only passing very occasionally.
As they round a corner rather fast, Lady Jenna stamps on her brake, a fraction too late as the car thuds into something on the road.
Three Ladies are laughing almost hysterically, one of them pointing to the front of the car.
Lady Jenna gets out to see what she has hit. She walks to the front of the car and places her hands on her hips.