February 6th
I awoke of my own accord this morning and was surprisingly refreshed. The rest was just what my aching body needed. Sure my ass was still a little tender, but I would just have to be a good girl to avoid another whipping.
I was using the toilet when David entered the room. That was convenient timing. Yet, then again, they were no doubt monitoring me, and knew that I was awake.
"Good morning Master David." I was relieved that it was him and not one of the other guards. Despite his relative indifference, I found myself overly attracted to him.
He nodded, but didn't say anything. Once again, the strong silent type. He set the two bowls on the ground.
I washed my hands, then knelt on the floor to eat my breakfast. I didn't need any instruction, this is what pets do. With him standing over me, my arousal was piqued. So, to be more inviting, I didn't just kneel on all fours, but instead arched my back and spread my legs wide, exposing my cunt. I hoped he would take the opportunity to finger my pussy, and take advantage of this bitch in heat.
No such luck.
With my meal finished, I keenly felt his presence. Kneeling as I was, his groin was at the level of my face. Outside, I didn't like giving blowjobs with my boyfriends. I'd do it on occasion to make them happy, but I certainly wouldn't initiate it. Now, I felt totally different.
"Master David, may I service you?" I looked up to him with a pleading expression.
He smiled. "Not right now Wonder Cunt, but if you're a good girl I'll let you suck my cock later."
I nodded and smiled. I was disappointed but determined to earn that reward. Then, I stood as directed. Following my thought from last night, I adopted a position at his side, bent over with my arms behind my back, allowing him to lead me by the hair or my collar.
He gently stroked my hair. "Very good Wonder Cunt. You're learning proper slave etiquette. But right now I'll have you stand up straight with your arms behind your back."
I stood up, and crossed my arms behind my back. He attached the leash to my collar.
"That's nice. Everyone has their own preferences. As a slave you will learn and adapt to your master's desires. Personally, I like these to be on display." He pinched my nipples with both hands. "... and I love the way they bounce when you walk."
"Yes master." The pain from my nipples being pinched was delicious. It made me gasp, and it heightened my arousal. The smoldering look in my eyes told him everything.
He led me to the showers, and I was surprised to see that I was the first to arrive. Nevertheless, I calmly allowed him to handcuff me, and raise my hands to be hooked above my head.
Fuck Doll was the next to arrive, walking on her own. She smiled at me, comforted by my docile nature. A nature she shared as David proceeded to lock her into place beside me.
The others arrived, and we proceeded with our morning routine. Being washed, dried, moisturized, hair combed, teeth cleaned, and even a touch of makeup. All done in silence like an assembly line.
The head master entered the room to announce the plan for the day. "OK bitches, we're going to keep it simple today. You're going to start with domestic duties. Some of you haven't grown up knowing a woman's place in the home, so we're going to work on those skills. And anything that is not up to standard will warrant further 'instruction'."
The threat of punishment was clear.
"Chica and Wonder Cunt. You are on bathroom and shower duty, so you'll start cleaning here. Blondie you will be doing laundry. Suk Wong, you're mopping and dusting. And Fuck Doll, you're in the kitchen."
The group dispersed, leaving Chica and me in the shower with one of the guards. Not David unfortunately.
"Wait here bitches. I'll get the cleaning supplies you need." The guard ordered in the monotone tone I was now accustomed to.
Chica and I stood nervously in silence. We knew speaking was forbidden, so there was no reason to start off the day being disciplined only to have some meaningless chit chat.
He returned with two buckets, scrub brushes, sponges, rags, and different cleaners. He then directed us to clean the shower walls, along with the shower heads and nozzles. We started at opposite ends and worked towards one another.
Living alone, I did have to do the housework myself. That being said, I was rather carefree when it came to cleaning and being tidy. So, I was really nervous about the standards expected. I took extra care to ensure every inch was sparkling clean. The guard would periodically come closer to inspect our work. And surprisingly, he would on occasion give us tips if we were struggling with a certain spot. I learned to use a tooth brush to get into some crevices.
Cleaning the toilets was more straight forward, but also more disgusting. Particularly so when our guard decided to take a piss and deliberately missed the bowl. Yet, I couldn't argue, this was clearly a job for a slave.
Scrubbing the floor was hard work. Being on my hands and knees on the tile floor, scrubbing with the brush, it was exhausting.
I feared I may be in for some punishment when our guard corrected one thing about my posture. He reached between my thighs and found that he couldn't fully get his hand through to grab my sex. He slapped my ass.
"Open your legs bitch!"
I promptly complied allowing his hand to reach in and begin fingering my cunt. I was startled and remained still as he molested me.
"No one told you to stop scrubbing the floor!"
My fugue state was broken and I immediately returned to scrubbing.
"I shouldn't have to make any effort to reach your cunt. It should be on display and ready for use. If a master comes into the room, he should be able to simply slide his cock into you without any effort. Your hole can be used while you continue with your duties. No one cares what you think, or if you find it pleasurable. You're just a set of holes ready to be used."
"Yes master," I meekly responded. I was relieved that there was no further reprimand for my slip up.
Once we finished cleaning the shower area, we moved onto the men's washroom. I hadn't noticed it before, but I guess that makes sense. It's not like I have had an opportunity to explore this compound. Their washroom was obviously nicer than the toilets us women used. For one thing, there were stalls for privacy. There was also normal things like toilet seats. Then there was the overall feel of the room, such as the marble counter top. It was a subtle reminder that men were civilized, and women were just livestock.
Cleaning the urinals felt odd, but I suppose it wasn't any worse than cleaning toilets.
It was a relief when we stopped for lunch. We were led to the dining room. This time it was a piecemeal affair as the other girls had lunch whenever their assigned master said so. This left Chica and I alone, sitting down on the bench with the dildos shoved up our asses. We were permitted to lubricate ourselves before sitting which was a relief.
Fuck Doll, since she was on kitchen duty -- lucky bitch -- came out to serve us. She first took our master's order and once prepared, served it to him in the adjacent dining room. Like the disparity in washrooms, the men's dining room was elegant with an oak table, paintings on the wall, etc.
Chica and I received our meals in the standard plastic bowls, and bent forward to lap up our meals like the trained bitches we are.
Blondie and Suk Wong arrived for their meals just as we were finishing.
The other thing that was a new task, at least for me, caught me by surprise. Although it was somewhat of a relief from a hygiene perspective. Once we stood up, we were ordered to remove the condom from our dildo. We then wiped it clean, and applied another condom to the dildo so it would be ready for our asses at dinner time.
After lunch we proceeded with our washroom and toilet duties. This time, in the bedrooms. What I discovered was that the masters also had bedrooms. They lived here. Although naturally they had luxurious accommodations: king-sized beds, bookcases, artwork, a desk, and large wall mounted TVs.
Yet, what really struck me was the large windows. For the first time, I could see outside, and actual sunlight. I only had a moment before we were ushered into the en suite bathrooms to fulfill our cleaning duties. What I could make out was that, wherever we were, it was remote. There were trees and open spaces, and no sign of other buildings. We were at a waterfront, either a lake or the ocean. For all I knew, it could be an island.
All of the masters' rooms were similar. And though I attempted to absorb as much detail as possible from a momentary glance out the windows, I got the same information. We are in the middle of nowhere. It was beautiful. However, we were far from the city, and far from a means of escape, or rescue, or even discovery.
I could tell from her expression that Chica hadn't seen the outside since her abduction either. Like me, she was stealing glances out the window, and likely reaching the same conclusion.
Chica and I swapped tasks with each bedroom. One would clean the shower, while the other cleaned the toilet and sink. We cleaned in the five master bedrooms.
We also skipped over two rooms which suggested there were two other guards who worked the night shift. It occurred to me that I hadn't seen Robert, the master who first led me to my room, since the previous evening. He was likely now sleeping in one of the rooms we skipped.
Our rooms seemed so drab in comparison. Small, blank white walls, no windows, a single bed, a steel toilet, and a sink. Even the bedsheets which covered our mattresses and the pillow covers were missing. Although they were likely just with Blondie on her laundry duty.
I did get a lump in my throat when I saw the journal missing from my room. Initially I thought it was Blondie, but realized that was ridiculous. She would need a guard to accompany her and provide access, so she couldn't take it even if she wanted to. Then it dawned on me, what I had always assumed was now proven to be true. The masters were reading my journal.
Later that evening, after dinner, I learned precisely who was reading it. I was ushered into the head master's office and there it was on his desk.
He welcomed me in as though I had a choice in the matter. "Come in Wonder Cunt, come in!"
