“Come on. Right this way.” Mistress Jane said, stepping through the ivy-covered arched gateway into the garden. The 39-year old red-haired woman was dressed for a pleasant springtime day out among the neatly covered hedges and well tended flowerbeds in a white sun-dress, wide-brimmed hat and sandals.

 By contrast, the younger woman who shuffled along behind the Mistress on a short leash was dressed in a tight leather catsuit which covered her from her high-heeled boots up to the thick leather posture collar around her neck. Over the middle of it, a strict corset crushed the girl’s middle and pushed up her large, round breasts. Her arms were pulled behind her back, trapped in a tight leather monoglove.

 Completing her bondage was a leather hood which covered her entire head, save an opening on the front exposing her light blue eyes and a pert, freckled nose, and a hole at the top of the back, through which her black hair spilled out in a long ponytail. In addition to the heavy plug gag filling her mouth, the hood also included an attached blindfold, pulled up at the moment allowing her vision.

 “Ah, here we are!” Mistress Jane announced, bringing her slave to a halt. They had come to a large, open plaza, surrounded by pleasant shrubbery which gave it some privacy from the rest of the gardens. Across the surface was an ornate design, worked into the brickwork of the square. The overall shape was round and worked into this was a narrow path of darker pavement which wound back and forth, back and forth, filling the entire space, before returning to the same spot where it had first began. This was where Mistress Jane and her slave now stood.

 “Now, I’m not sure if you’re familiar with the concept of the Monk’s Labyrinth.” Mistress Jane said, unclipping her slave’s leash from the collar. “Unlike other mazes, there’s but a single path and it’s impossible to get lost. The purpose of walking it is to clear the mind and meditate on things. In there case, on the nature of the divine. In your case…” She smiled. “On your duties as a slave and your recent failures to live up to them.”

 From a pocket in her dress, the Mistress took out a remote. “I’ve modified this one with some modern technology. I’m sure you know the basic principles of an invisible dog fence.” Mistress Jane half led half dragged her slave over to the start of the maze and positioned her facing forward.  

 “It’s simple enough. On either side of this path are buried wires. This sends out a signal to a receiver in your collar...if it detects you stepping off the path…” Mistress Jane gave her slave’s arm a tug, causing her to leave over just enough for her shoulders to cross over the edge of the path. At that instant, the young woman squealed as the large plugs buried deep inside her suddenly burst into a strong buzzing, sending vibrations shooting through her body. After a second, her Mistress returned her to an upright position. As soon as the collar had crossed back over, they stopped.

 “There are other sensors, spaced throughout the Labyrinth.” Mistress Jane said. “Call the checkpoints, if you will. As time goes on, the plugs will start vibrating on low even when you’re on the path and get stronger the longer you take. Each time you make it across, this will reset.” She smiled. “Now, I hope you’ve gotten a good look at the layout…” She reached up and pulled down the slave’s blindfold, eliciting a muffle grunt of panic from the captive girl.

 “Get going!” Mistress Jane said, giving her slave a few playful spanks to get going. The young girl tottered forward, unsteadily. She made it to the first turn and overstepped, jumping with a yelp as the plugs came to life, buzzing away until she’d backed up enough to get back in place. Turning the right direction to proceed took a couple more attempts, each marked by further stimulation of her sex. She hobbled forward, slowly despite the low buzzing between her legs warning her of what would happen if she lingered too long. Even so, she still managed to overshoot the next turn and got another awkward warning.  

 Mistress Jane, meanwhile, had settled into a comfortable lounge chair. Another of her slaves knelt beside, still as a statue in her own leather restraints, holding up a tray which held a pitcher of cold lemonaide, a glass of ice and a book for her Mistress to peruse which she watched the other slave stumble her way uncomfortably through the labyrinth...