The first light of dawn was just tinting the sky a beautiful shade of pink, shot though with oranges and purples, as Celia led Effie and her two seniors onto the grassy area outside the glass house. "Well, first here!" she noted. The air was chilled and there was a frost coating the grass. She noted the seniors shuffling their bear feet and snapped "Stand still!"<br/><br/>Their breaths mingled in a translucent white cloud that dissipated slowly in the cold, still air. She began to wish she'd worn something a little warmer herself, but Mistress would undoubtedly appreciate the way the cold made the rings in her nipples appear through the taught leather of her Basque top.<br/><br/>She stood still, apart from the occasional swish with her riding crop - the mark of her dominance - as a reminder to the students.<em>I am not cold. I am the mistress of my body. My body obeys me. I will not shiver.</em>She recited in her head the mantra that had helped her time and again when Mistress was training her.<em>"You cannot dominate others until you learn to dominate yourself!"</em>That was the lesson Mistress had frozen, burned, drenched, and forced into her while having her stand stock still for hours on end.<br/><br/>A shy smile, a pleasant memory of an unpleasant experience.<em>I love you Elizabeth</em>, she thought, very privately to herself, and smiled.