Nina gasped as she cinched the black leather corset tighter around her waist.
She admired her corseted body in her dressing room mirror.
The black leather shimmered against her smooth, flawless alabaster white skin, perfectly complementing the tight black leather pencil skirt and thick black pantyhose she wore, with the corset's sweetheart neckline giving her an enticing cleavage.
"Master has such a good eye for aesthetics. He's so brilliant. Our country is truly blessed to have him" she thought, as she ran her hands over the smooth, supple, buttery-soft leather.
Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she then pulled on her black leather single-breasted blazer, buttoning it closed around her waist.
After admiring how the blazer complimented the corset beneath it, she then sat down and pulled on her black leather thigh high boots, admiring their shiny finish and sharp metal stiletto high heels.
With her boots in place, she swiveled in her chair to face her vanity.
After giving her long, soft and sensuous jet-black hair a few brushes, she proceeded to slick on a glossy black lipstick, then some thick black glittering eyeliner and smokey black eyeshadow.
She marveled at how the makeup enhanced her delicate features into a bold, sensual and exotic look.
Standing once again, she pulled on her black leather gloves, carefully tucking them into the sleeves of her blazer.
She then picked up a long, black leather whip, coiled it and fastened it to a small hook on the left side of her blazer.
"Time to train the vermin" she said.
With a final look at herself in the mirror, she left the dressing room, her boot heels, clicking loudly and sensually across the marble floor.
Nina entered the prison cell, cold contempt washed over her as she surveyed the sleeping prisoner.
"Master's skill with the whip is impressive. This filth doesn't know how much he was holding back!" thought Nina as she observed the light bruising on the prisoner's cheek and the fading welts on its back and shoulders.
"Wake up, vermin" she snarled, giving the sleeping prisoner a vicious slap, her leather gloved hand connecting with the prisoner's bruised cheek with a meaty thud.
The prisoner jerked awake, then howled in agony as Nina seized its exposed nipple in her leather-covered thumb and forefinger and dragged it out of the bed.
"Wash yourself and then shave off that filthy body hair. The least you can do is keep your body clean and spotless since your mind is nothing but a filthy cesspool" said Nina coldly, shoving the prisoner into the en-suite bathroom.
Nina watched coldly as the trembling prisoner sat pitifully in the bathtub, slowly applied shaving foam on its body and used a small safety razor to shave off the hair covering its arms, legs and genitalia.
Once the prisoner was finished and had stepped out of the bathroom, Nina uncoiled her whip and landed a new welt on the prisoner's thigh, eliciting a yelp of pain from the prisoner.
"Gratitude, vermin! Or would you prefer the accommodations of the torture chamber?" admonished Nina.
"T-Thank you, Nina" whimpered the prisoner before she screamed again as Nina's whip ferociously cracked against her abdomen, breaking the skin and spurting out blood.
"Never address me by name you filthy piece of vermin! I am your mistress, and Commander Xander is your master", said Nina, her voice soft, cold and menacing.
"Sorry mistress! Thank you, mistress" wailed the prisoner, groveling pathetically at Nina's booted feet.
"Good girl. Now get to the vanity" said Nina, cracking her whip on the prisoner's bottom.
The prisoner quickly scrambled on its hands and knees towards the rosewood vanity, and sat on the plush leather seat, trembling as Nina came up behind it.
"Now wipe those pathetic tears and do your makeup. The prettier you look, the less likely you are to get hit" ordered Nina.
The prisoner wiped its face, and proceeded to apply the brightening foundation, glossy red lipstick and glittering black eyeliner that were dispensed from sliding, labeled sections on the vanity.
"Now the salve" commanded Nina, and the prisoner squirted a generous amount of green gel onto its hands, and rubbed it over its bruised and welted body.
An involuntary sigh of pleasure escaped the prisoner's lips as the salve eased the aches and pains wracking its body and relaxed its muscles.
"Shaved, clean and presentable girls get privileges such as these, while filthy hairy vermin get the whip. Understood?" asked Nina.
"Y-yes, mistress" whimpered the prisoner, staring at its dolled-up reflection in the vanity mirror in disbelief.
The makeup completely concealed its bruised cheek, and the pain was slowly fading.
"To the wardrobe" commanded Nina, and the prisoner shuffled as quickly as possible towards the rosewood wardrobe.
"Get dressed. I don't have all day!" snapped Nina, as the prisoner pulled out the only clothing items hanging in the wardrobe: A black leather over-bust corset, thick black pantyhose and black leather pumps with very high stiletto heels.
"Thank you, Mistress" whimpered the prisoner, as it slowly pulled on the pantyhose, fastened and laced up the corset, and slipped its feet into the shoes.
"Good girl, now let's see your skill at walking in heels. You'll get a lash for every time you stumble" commanded Nina.
The prisoner stood up unsteadily, only to totter and fall onto the floor.
"Pathetic! Get up and try again!" spat Nina, as she lashed the prisoner's thigh with her whip.
The prisoner whimpered and tried to stand up, only to fall again.
"Useless! Get up!" snapped Nina, landing another lash on the prisoner's butt.
The prisoner painfully struggled to its feet, and this time, managed to stay upright.
"Walk!" commanded Nina, lashing the prisoner again on its ass.
With a yelp, the prisoner pitched forward and landed hard on the floor again.
"Pathetic! How dare you have the audacity to call yourself a woman when you can't even walk in high heels?" spat Nina in disgust.
She viciously kicked the prisoner, flipping it onto its back.
"You're a disgrace! An affront to this country, and this country's women!
The rules here are simple, vermin! You are to wake up at 0700, and you are to present yourself like I showed you today. Do that, and you get these plush accommodations.
Fail, and you get thrown back in the torture chamber. Understood?" asked Nina, her boot on the prisoner's neck, the sharp metal stiletto heel pressing painfully into its collarbone.
"U-understood, Mistress" whimpered the prisoner, trembling in terror.
Nina lifted her boot from the prisoner's neck and kicked it again. The prisoner groaned in pain as Nina's boot smashed into its unprotected shoulder and forced it back onto its stomach.
"Since you cannot walk, you might as well crawl! Come on! Get crawling on all fours like the pathetic animal you are!" ordered Nina, as she lashed the prisoner's ass with her whip.
The prisoner scrambled frantically on all fours and tried to crawl as fast as it could around the cell, as Nina lashed it relentlessly.
Finally, the prisoner collapsed into a quivering heap, panting heavily, its body covered in sweat, welts, bruises and cuts. Its pantyhose was ripped to shreds.
"You have five minutes to change your pantyhose and fix your makeup, or you starve till lunchtime" said Nina, and exited the prison cell through the concealed door as the prisoner sobbed pathetically on the floor.