Louise had felt amazed at the news that Liz had been able to watch her entire ordeal, had seen everything, but she also felt some pride. I did it well, and she respects me as a subbie, she thought. Slave louise stood up to the pain, she thought even as the ache in her butt and her wrists still burnt through her. She knew Doug was her Master, but Liz had shown such guts in taking over the situation and then giving Doug what he deserved; she began toying with the thought that she'd submit to Liz, if just for today. As a straight girl, the idea of being enslaved by another woman was one Louise found kinda weird, but not tasteless.

"Ms Cockrill, it's really news to me but then you saw him torturing my ass so hard. Now that this lovely boy..."
"Silence, lady!" Liz interrupted with a firm, though not mean, voice. "As long as you're in this dungeon today you will observe slave rules. And a slave only gives her opinion when she is asked to do so"
"Forgive me, Ms Cockrill" Louise replied demurely, bowed her head a bit and firmly kept her hands crossed behind her.
"Yes, I watched your playtime, Louise. I did see how gracefully you took the spankings and the use brought on you by your Sir. He was very enthusiastic if a bit carried away. Too bad he got careless, but I am impressed with your guts and interest, both of you, and with your endurance, Louise. Now that your tormentor is chained down, he'll have to pay for his lack of attention, however, and he will do it in a way I know will please you too, Louise. First we must care for youir wounds a bit, though.
Louise looked up, tilted her head and gave a shy smile.
"You will be bound and gagged while you help me punish your man, but you will be enjoying it. He may, too..." she added with an ironic twist.
"Please, Ms Cockrill, this slave begs you to allow her to fix her eyes and lips before being bound and gagged again. So much drooling, and it means something to a woman..."
"Of course, slave louise. Ah, that's your handbag over there is it?"
Doug was looking on, still head pushed forward and grunting in pain. His dismay at what he saw was making his face red. His wife seemd to be approaching ad shamelessly fraternizing with their enemy, even down to using the word "slave". Slave to Liz?.Doug wanted to break into swearing but it would just have sounded corny and earned him a gag.

Liz brought over louise's handbag and stood by her. She nodded, signaling that Louise could move her hands in front and do what she wished. Louise eagerly dug up her lipstick and carefully applied new pink, then added some green shadow at her eyelids..She rubbed her tortured cheeks and drew in air, then looked up at Liz and into the room. Liz was smiling at the young woman beside her.
"Thank you, Ms Cockrill"

Putting her handbag down, Louise steadied herself immediately and put her hands behind her back. Liz cut a length of thick hemp rope and seized her wrists, tying them securely and tightly, crossed over each other. Louise tugged at her forearms; her hands were completely pinioned, though not very painfully so.
"Open your mouth, Louise" Liz said quietly.
Louise obeyed, and Liz took the leather ring gag she had brought and pushed it between Louise's shining teeth, letting her tongue only come through. She tugged the straps behind Louise's head and pulled tight. Louise felt the quirky thrill, well known to her, of having given up speech and being forced to keep your mouth silent. She loved gags and this one fit her perfectly, tight while not ruining her make-up.
She wiggled her torso and shoulders slightly, feeling her hands and mouth given up to Liz' control.