I awoke, presumably at some point in the morning, shrouded in darkness. As the usual post-sleep confusion faded, my situation became clearer. Despite my disappointing performance last week, madame decided to keep me on as one of her toys, at least for now. She had summoned me to her home for the weekend, during which I was to give myself completely to her and her whims. I had arrived late last night after work. After entering the door, madame shut it behind me and demanded I remove my clothing. She took it, hid it somewhere, and brought me to what she liked to call her "punishment closet".
"Your performance last week was relatively poor, thing", she stated matter-of-factly. "While I have decided to keep you for now, you're going to have to start from the bottom and earn your place. Until tomorrow morning you'll remain in the closet and reflect upon what that means."
She then shut me in the closet, turned off the lights and locked the door. Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I spotted a dog's bowl with some water. While drinking from the bowl was embarrassing, I had little choice. I could tell right away that this was going to be a long weekend.
Back in the present, I did my best to re-orient myself mentally and prepare for a day of the best service I could muster. Shortly afterwards, the door opened, and the man from the previous week stepped in. Unlike me, he was actually dressed. This made me feel incredibly awkward, but clearly he had earned the right to wear clothes in madame's home.
"Madame has stepped out for now to enjoy a breakfast with her friends. She has left you a list of tasks that you must complete", he barked. "I am also to report any issues or poor performance to madame immediately upon her arrival home. I look forward to whatever punishments she decides are appropriate."
I quickly got to my feet, and said "yes, sir", and went to get the list.
The chores were rather un-glamorous. I spent the morning folding laundry, cleaning the dishes, sweeping the kitchen, and more. All the while the man, clearly another of madame's toys, watched carefully. I couldn't help but be extremely embarrassed the entire time, being entirely nude in front of this near-stranger. To make matters worse, whenever I looked at him I was reminded of that incredibly potent forced encounter I had with him a week prior. The taste of his ass and cock would often briefly return in my mouth, reminding me just who I was to him and madame.
The man appeared to be taking notes, but I tried to avoid paying too much attention to him, and instead focused on my tasks. I was very anxious to prove myself to madame, and hopefully not be dismissed from her service after this weekend. Being able to serve her meant the world to me, and I intended to show it.
A few hours later, my wish was granted, and madame returned home. Myself and the man immediately prostrated ourselves before her. He began to kiss her right foot. Assuming that this was protocol, I began to kiss her left. She grabbed my face and threw me back.
"Did I give you permission to do that, you disgusting thing? Slaveboy over here has earned the right to do this. You, thing, have not. You are beneath him in every way, and you need to learn your place."
I grimaced, and returned to my position prostrating at madame's feet. I wished to apologize, but I knew the penalty for speaking out of turn.
"Slaveboy, how did that thing over there perform on its chores?" She inquired.
"It did very poorly, madame. The clothes were not folded how you liked them, the dishes were done adequately at best, and the floor is hardly cleaned to your standards", he replied confidently, with a hint of smugness.
"I see. It's going to be a long weekend for that one, I suspect." Madame replied. "Slaveboy, go and fetch the special outfit for the thing to wear".
The one madame called "slaveboy" left the room. I could sense madame was disappointed, but did not dare look up at her. I quaked a bit, worrying about what was to come.
Slaveboy returned with an outfit in tow. He grabbed me and pulled me to my feet.
"Dress." He barked, as he handed me an outfit I had not seen before.
I took it, and examined it more closely. It, for all intents and purposes, was a japanese schoolgirl's uniform. I turned bright red and looked towards madame. She immediately slapped me.
"Do not make eye contact without permission!" she demanded.
I had to fight back the tears while I put the outfit on. Unlike the maid's outfit before, this one fit much more tightly, the skirt was short, and it had no underwear at all. My inadequate cock hung slightly below the dress-line.
"Take care of that useless appendage, slaveboy", Madame said.
Slaveboy reached onto the counter behind him and grabbed some tape. He then roughly grabbed my cock, pulled it back between my legs, and taped it there.
"Much better," Madame spoke, "that thing has no use, at least for now. Best to keep the thing reminded of its role around here".
I flushed crimson and started to sweat a bit, but remained silent, lest I incur madame's wrath once again.
"Now, collar and leash the thing", Madame commanded.
Slaveboy grabbed me by the neck and placed the same collar and leash on me from before. The memories of my humiliation flooded back into my mind once again, and my now-useless cock twitched underneath the tape. I calmed myself and tried to remain focused. Slaveboy pushed me back onto my hands and knees, and handed the leash to madame. She then walked me through the hallway into a new room I hadn't seen before.
The room was somewhat dimly lit, but mostly resembled a living room. Some of the furniture appeared to have hooks and other extensions designed to fit various bondage implements, but it otherwise seemed mostly innocent. Madame tied my leash to one such hook next to a fancy looking chair, and sat down in it.
"Today, thing, you're going to learn protocol and how to properly respect your owner", Madame stated. "I have many rules," she continued, "Some of which you'll learn in time. For now, you would do well to remember the following. I am your owner. You respect me at all times, and you live to serve me. You obey my commands without question, or you will be dismissed from service. Slaveboy here is also your superior. If his commands do not contradict mine, you obey them as well. Understood?"
