Mavis
Sometime later, the coffin lid opened, the straps were released and D was helped out of the box. From the perfume alone she knew that it was again Mavis and that she was not yet dead, so the release was encouraging. But D made a mental note, which she added to a long list of get even plans in her mind, that if she ever got loose, she would be sure to put Mavis in this horrible box, maybe permanently.
But for the moment, Mavis put D back into the earlier walking, hobbling route for exercise, encouraged by the crop leaving deep red marks on her tight buttocks. At one point, she stopped the hobbled slave and studied her carefully, then proceeded to remove the discipline hood. D blinked in the light, trying to get her bearings while Mavis again examined her face and soaking wet hair.
