Good morning
It's a normal day so far. As I lay curled up on my side in my cell, I watch the first hint of dawn through the barred window high up in the stone wall ten feet above me to my left. It's pretty. All rosy and pink. It's the only light since this cell is pitch black otherwise. I try to scrunch down inside the tattered scrap of rag that's my blanket and ignore it but I know "They'll" come for me soon. I'm right. You can set a clock by them... if you aren't a slave and have a clock. I hear the click clack of stilleto boots in the corridor outside
I know I'd better kneel up and prepare for inspection so I do. I struggle to my knees by leaning against the rear wall of my cell. It's hard but I have to do that since my wrists are manacled behind my back so tightly, one link of chain. The rough stone floor of the kennel is so cold on my knees! But if I'm not ready for Them I know I'll get a couple lashes and maybe a few kicks. I bend down to grab my blanket with my teeth, fold it neatly and drop it to my right. I hurry to straighten it with my knees. It's so small that it's like a foot square and a ½ inch thick when folded. I miss it already. I'm naked except for my collar with its heavy chain to the wall ring. I know where and how I'm supposed to kneel. We learn quickly after only a few lashes and barked commands. I move to the required center of my cell, kneeling sitting back on my heels, my shoulders back and head held high. They must be able to see me plainly or I will be disciplined. The chain from my collar drapes down my back loose, hanging from the massive iron ring bolted to the wall a few feet behind me.
Two guards come in through the heavy iron door as usual. I can always hear clattering keys for a second and the locks clank as they unlock it. Then the huge door creaks open. It must be hard to even move that thing. The guards always huff and puff and grunt.
It's the usual two guards. Black leather uniforms, real butch buzz-cut hairdos. I don't know their names because why would they tell a slave? If I'm asked anything I just answer "Yes Mistress" to everyone anyway, so it doesn't matter.
They do look hot though. I've been trained to think of "Them" only in terms of instant obedience, and total submission. It does not take long before you dream longingly of their domination since it's about the only human relation you have. Their uniforms only enhance your fearful admiration. Thigh-high stiletto boots with spurs, leather skirts that come only halfway down to their knees tight across their butts, leather corsets with lots of buckles and laces, all with motorcycle jackets with chrome studs over that begin to mean undeniable authority to you. Their spiked leather wrist bands look so cruel. Those inch long spikes are sharp, I know. The matching studded belts slung low across their hips really sets it off too. With handcuffs, whips, cattle prods, keys, and heaven-only-knows what else hanging from those belts you know they mean business.
The blond one shines a bright light in my eyes. I straighten my back even more, thrusting out my bosom farther. The brunet rears back and cracks her whip an inch from my ear. I can feel the wind blast but she doesn't hit me. I must have done it correctly today. I bow down all the way, forehead on the stone floor..
"Good morning Mistresses!" I chirp cheerfully, " this slave begs to ask how she may serve today please?"
They ignore what I say but i know if I had not said exactly that I would have been lashed or zapped with the cattle prods.. The brunet unlocks the padlock from the wall ring while the blond holds the light.
The brunet wraps my collar chain, which is now my leash, around her left hand twice. She lashes at me with her whip and does not miss this time. I don't know why, perhaps I moved an inch. My right shoulder sears with sharp pain. The tip of the whip curls down to my tit. That will leave a welt I know.
"COME bitch!" she barks at me and yanks my chain twice. I have not been given permission to stand yet so I crawl after her as fast as I can.
