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One morning Dave awoke to the sound or raindrops on the roof of the attic dormitory where Miss Sadie's slaves slept, chained to their bunks with cock cages locked in place so they couldn't masturbate. Wondering if Mistress would make them pull the heavy plow in the muddy field, he heard the PA system click on and a harsh voice announced ,"Drop your cocks and grab your socks. Rainy day routine, Butt-out pants required."

As soon as the speaker clicked off, the door opened and Miss Whip, dressed in a black PVC cat suit and thigh high black leather boots, switched on the lights with the handle of her flogger while Miss Lash went down the center isle and unlocked the chains that held their wrists and ankles. Once freed of their chattels, she unlocked each slaves cock cage, gave his prick a swat with her cock whip "to wake them up" she said and sent them out the door where Miss Whip lashed their butts with her flogger.

"Hurry up, you slobs. Get a move on." she said wielding her heavy flogger so that each slave got a taste of what was going to come on that rainy day. SWISH WHACK SMACK.

"Into the shower and be quick about it."

After the required cold shower where Miss Boots patrolled whip in hand wearing her black rubber raincoat and boots, the slaves pulled on their butt-out pants and went to breakfast under the watchful eye of Cookie who ruled supreme in the kitchen where doggie bowls filled with oatmeal were placed along the wall.

"Hands behind your back now!" she said. "And don't you dare spill any or I shall reward you with ten lashes."

So saying, she gave each slave a whack with her heavy whip as they bent over their oatmeal bowls.

"Muster in the main foyer at 8:30." boomed the Mistress' voice over the speaker as Miss Boots entered.

"Put your bowl in the dishwasher and get out," ordered Miss Boots as she swung her heavy black rubber whip at their bare butts. "Hurry up. Don't be late or Mistress will punish you but good."

After a hasty trip to the open-door toilets where the booted and spurred slave drivers patrolled whips in hand, Dave received another swat to his rear along with the terse command "Go wash your hands, slave." Then he joined the other slaves for their morning line up in the main foyer of Mistress Sadie's mansion.

"Eyes front! Pelvis forward! Legs spread! Hands clasped behind your backs! "barked Miss Whip as Miss Lash pranced back and forth behind the assembled slaves slashing at their backs with her cat'o'nine tails whip whenever they relaxed their position.

While standing at attention, Dave gazed out at the rain falling steadily on the driveway and waited for Mistress Sadie to appear for her morning tour of inspection. After what seemed at least an hour, the slaves heard her spurred boots clanking down the stairs as Miss Sadie appeared in her riding habit, complete with black leather breeches, black rubber boots, red riding slicker and black hunt cap. He noted that she was holding a long black rubber riding whip in her gloved right hand too.

"There will be no field work today," she announced slapping her heavy whip against her high boots. "You will scrub the floors of my mansion on all fours under the strict supervision of Miss Whip and Miss Lash while I take my morning ride. I shall inspect every nook and cranny of this old house when I return and if I find any dirt or dust, you will be punished."

Then she turned to Miss Whip and said ," Show them where the brushes, pails and knee pads are. Attach spreader bars to their ankle cuffs and heavy chains to their wrist cuffs. Make sure they wear their knee pads, keep the brushes in their fucking mouths and hold their butts up high so they make good targets for your whips. See that they do a good job." she added with a grin as she flicked her riding whip against her boots with a resounding smack.

"Yes, Ma'am," murmured Miss Whip and Miss Lash as they cracked their whips and grinned widely, their white teeth shining brightly between their red lips. "Can we use those new dog whips you got for us?"

"Yes, you certainly may," answered Miss Sadie with a grin, "that's what I had them made for."

"We'll see that they work their butts off," giggled Miss Boots as she directed the slaves to the broom closet under the staircase where the spreader bars, chains, pails, brushes and three foot long heavy, braided leather twin-lashed doggie whips were stored in neat rows. "Turn to!" shouted Miss Whip as she and Miss Lash drove the slaves to the broom closet while Mistress Sadie strode out the front door, smacking her whip against her boots and humming a little tune as she went on down to the stables.

As soon as the spreader bars and chains had been locked in place on the slaves ankles and wrists respectively, Miss Whip drove them down the hall to the Library where Miss Lash presided, whip in hand. Miss Boots drove another coffle to the dining room, pantry and kitchen where they began to scrub the floors with the brushes in their mouths. For a while, nothing was heard but the swish of the whips and falling of raindrops as the slaves bent diligently to their task of cleaning the floors of Mistress Sadie's mansion.. Later they were driven to the lavatory, past the NO MASTURBATING signs and allowed 3 minutes to stand up and piss in the urinals before getting down on their knees again to scrub the bathroom floor and toilet bowls, Miss Whip's and Miss Lash's whips ensured that the latter were scrubbed clean when they pushed the slaves head down into the toilet bowl so he had to clean it with his mouth held brush while Miss Boots whipped their upturned ass with her heavy whip.