Another chapter down. This bring's Kristy's weekend to a close, but there is far more in store for her!
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Sunlight streaming through the window woke Kristy the next morning. She was stiff and sore both from the punishment sessions and from sleeping on the hard floor. She took some time to fully awaken, trying to convince herself that this was some kind of bad dream, but to no avail. There was still some water left in the jug so she poured herself a cup and slowly sipped it as she waited for the day's events to unfold. She must have sat there for a good couple of hours before she finally heard footsteps in the passageway. The lock clicked and the door swung open, revealing Mistress S, immaculately dressed in a beautifully cut, burgundy silk dress and high heeled pumps. The contrast to her dishevelled state was pronounced.
Mistress S stood in the doorway looking at her with arms crossed. Finally she spoke.
"I have decided that you may clean yourself up, slave," she said, "You're a mess and it offends me to look at you. Get into the bathroom. You may take a shower."
Kristy didn't need to be told twice. She quickly crawled to the bathroom and glancing first at her mistress, moved to the shower.
"Please Mistress, may I stand?" she asked.
"You may," Sue said, but I think you have forgotten something. Come to me and assume Position 3.
Kristy complied with alacrity, standing before her mistress with eyes cast down. She felt a tug between her legs and realised that the chastity belt was still fixed in place! Sue efficiently detached the straps of the belt and removed it.
"Position 2," she instructed and Kristy knelt in front of her.
Sue bent down and removed the vibrator and plug. Kristy sighed with relief.
"Step into the shower and relieve yourself," Sue ordered. "Only then may you clean yourself off."
Grimacing slightly, as she still couldn't get used to the idea of having someone observe what she felt should be a private thing, Kristy nevertheless complied with her instructions and then stood waiting for permission to turn on the shower. Finally receiving a nod from her mistress, she turned on the taps and gasped as the cold water cascaded over her body. In vain she tried to make the water warmer and Mistress S looked on in amusement as she knew the shower had been configured to use cold water only. In the end Kristy gave up her attempts and looked around for shampoo and shower gel. There was a bottle of bargain brand shampoo on the shelf but no shower gel. Looking around she found a bar of hard soap and sighing as she remembered the luxury products she was used to using, she proceeded to scrub her body. The soap did not produce any kind of a lather, but she did feel cleaner once all the sweat and semen and been removed. Next, she turned her attention to her hair, making sure to shampoo it twice to get every last trace of her humiliation out. She looked around for conditioner, but there was none to be had.
Finally she couldn't bear the cold water any longer and she exited, shivering, from the shower. Wordlessly her mistress handed her a rough towel to dry herself off and a comb to run through her hair, getting it into some semblance of order. With a jerk of her head, her mistress indicated that she should return to her cell and when there she looked with gratitude at what was laid out on the floor. Instead of bread and water, the plate contained hot, buttered toast and the delicious aroma of coffee arose from the cup placed beside it. There was also a glass of orange juice.
Kristy fell on her breakfast and in short order had devoured the toast and drunk her coffee and orange juice. She couldn't believe how contented she felt on receiving such a simple breakfast! Sue had watched the proceedings from the doorway, a slight smile on her face.
"Well slave, what do you say?" she asked.
Kristy looked up and for the first time that entire weekend said with genuine gratitude in her voice "Thank you, Mistress!"
Sue smiled at her and nodded. "You see slave, when you behave properly and do as you're told, you will be rewarded." Her expression hardened. "However, if you slip and fail to remember your place, you will be punished. Is this clearly understood?"
Kristy nodded. "Yes Mistress!" she said trying to suppress a yawn. She was feeling incredibly sleepy. It must be the warmth of the coffee soothing her, combining with the fatigue she was experiencing due to the last couple of days she thought to herself. Sue looked on as Kristy struggled to keep her eyes open. It was not long, however, before her eyes closed completely and she slipped to the floor, fast asleep.
Kristy came to with a start and the sensation of motion. Opening her eyes she realised she was strapped, face down, to a gurney which was rolling down a sterile looking corridor. Her thoughts were fuzzy and there was a numbness in her right hip. She slowly realised that she must have been drugged and wondered why. She tensed and suddenly a hand was placed between her shoulder blades, pressing her back down into the padded surface of the gurney.
"You are in a private clinic," she heard her mistress say. "Your master does not wish you to have any markings except for those he places upon you. To that end you are here for your first tattoo removal session. You will be required to return to the clinic until all trace of your tattoo is removed."
Kristy closed her eyes so that her mistress could not see the rebellion in them. She had already been toying with the idea of removing the tattoo as it was a reminder of her former life, but now the decision had been completely taken out of her hands. It was further evidence that she was no longer in control of her own body and she deeply resented it.
The gurney was wheeled through a pair of doors and into what was obviously an operating theatre. A doctor stood waiting, masked, gloved and gowned. He looked to Sue as they approached.
"Good morning Detective Maddox," he said. "I trust our patient has been suitably prepared?"
