Some time later she heard steps descending to the cellar. Miki and a woman dressed all in black.
Odette was tall, slender, about thirty she guessed. Small pointed breasts beneath her sweater; black fishnet stockings under a miniskirt that revealed a tight little rear. Anne grew passionate and opened her legs in welcome. She hoped Odette would find her attractive.
The woman showed no expression as she was introduced to Anne but at once began to inspect her.
She lifted Anne's breasts. Large, she thought; hormones? Miki nodded.
She brushed the nipples and watched them rise, then placed a hand on her belly - firm, that was good.
Anne felt tears streaming down her face and closed her eyes for the rest. Odette reached around and examined her buttocks but made no comment; Anne hoped she was pleased with them.
Holding Anne's head in place, she traced a circle with her index finger on her victim's lips. Anne made her mouth into an O and prepared to suck on it, but Odette withdrew.
She had something else in mind. She reached beneath Anne and explored her. Anne began to moan, her eyes still closed; her world contracted to her womb and the questing hand within it.
When she came around and opened her eyes, Odette had finished. The woman held up her fingers and let Anne taste herself on each. She said nothing but Anne saw her smile and warmed with hope.
She craved Odette's approval; she would do anything for it and to have the woman in her again.
Miki released her from the hook and fastened her hands in back. She started to attach the leash to Anne's collar when Odette intervened. She attached one end to the steel ring between Anne's legs and passed the other behind her.
More effective this way, she explained. She demonstrated a few simple commands as she led Anne around the floor; a shake of the leash to start moving or speed up, pulling back to slow or stop, a tug to left or right, before handing it to Miki.
Her little sister took the reins and imitated Odette until they were called upstairs for dinner.
The family had laid out an impressive spread to welcome Miki's new tutor; the dinner table was lit by candles, the silverware gleamed and their best china graced the linen cloth.
Miki wrapped Anne's leash around her waist and she knelt in a corner beside a pair of earthenware bowls, facing the wall and presenting what one owner called her "charms" to the diners' view.
Her sister patted her on the buttocks and she glowed with contentment. It was good to be home again.
The bowls held water and a small amount of feed pellets. Her parents had been told of the need to keep her always hungry for the sake of her figure, and for discipline. Food was the one reward she was allowed.
The family continued a conversation begun earlier; whether to put a water bowl for her use in the cellar. More convenient for her keepers, but she would have to share it with the rats. They decided yes.
They discussed her as if she were not there. She was a disappointment to her father; a brilliant student with a promising career, but an ungovernable slut who had thrown it all away to become a whore.
Miki rose to her defense. This was her vocation, her calling, it is what she was made for.
Her mother thought her more useful as a slave than she was in her previous career; she was making the world a happier place, one man at a time. Anne knew she must not speak, but she smiled in agreement.
Odette said she appeared well suited to her new profession, and her father was silent. Anne was pleased to have his approval, or at least the absence of disapproval.