I'm startled awake by the wristband. This time there is no knock at the door, just the vibrating band and lights flashing. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust from the deep sleep I was just pulled from. Looking around I realize I haven't moved from where I fell asleep which surprises me. Typically I'm a violent sleeper who tosses and turns, but I quickly let the thought go.
Sitting up, I find the towel and wipes that were used to clean me laying on the bed where Sabrina had left them. The robe I was at one time wearing, draped over the edge of the bed in the same place it was disrobed. Each of these visuals are reminders as to what happened just a short time ago. It really wasn't a dream...
I slide off the bed and on to my feet. I pick up the towel and wipes, tossing the wipes away and the towel into the corner of the room. My reflection in the mirror catches my eye gives me pause. 'Who is she, who is this person looking back at me wearing only a purple bra?' She shows no shame and at least for the moment seems proud of her body and herself. She is a stranger to me but the same person who has been looking back for twenty six years.
As I approach the mirror, I study my reflection. The hair that hides my sex is a mess, matted against my flesh with dried sweat and vaginal secretions. I drop the bra straps drop down my arms and I turn it backwards so I can easily unfasten the clasps. Letting it fall freely to the floor, my hands cup my breast taking the place of the bra and I become aware that they offer much more than simply feeding young. The nipples respond becoming firm under my fingers, and the sensations spread from my fingers through my chest.
A knock at the door startles me out of my trance. Fully aware of my nakedness, I turn and quickly put on the robe while heading to the door. A few moments after swiping the sensor, the fans turning on and off and the door clicks open. Sabrina is standing there, alone this time, dressed in a robe like mine. Her warm and welcoming smile lighting up her face. "How are you feeling? Did your nap help?"
"I did. I didn't move an inch. Woke up thinking it was all a dream but everything was just as it was left."
She reach out and touches my arm. "It was the beginning of an awakening. You have a long way to go but you have taken a first major step." She leads me back to the office separating our rooms and I notice immediately the chair I sat in is gone. A lone pillow sits in its place.
"Have I done something wrong Sab..." I catch myself, "Miss Sabrina?"
With a soft voice, leading me to the pillow, "No dear, that is your place. It may feel a little awkward at first but you'll quickly find that it feels natural. Here, kneel down. Keep your knees shoulder width apart. If you grow tired you may rest back on your feet but I expect you to work on the ability to stay kneeling upright."
She walks around me and takes a seat at the desk. The desk is glass and provides a clear view of its occupant. She has placed the pillow far enough back that my natural eye level is at her waist, leaving me to look up to speak to her. My hands are antsy, but I eventually get control of them and they come to a rest on my lap.
"I hate to rush a decision on you, but I need to know if you will be dining in your room tonight or joining us in the dining room. If you wish to join the group I will need to get the order in now otherwise you may order at your convenience from the tablet in your room. If you choose to dine with the group, there are some protocols we will discuss later. I personally encourage the social dining but ultimately the choice is yours."
"I will join you in the dining room." I say quietly.
"Good," she slides the tablet across the desk. I have to stretch to reach and almost fall forward but catch myself in time. "I'll let you go ahead and put your order in."
The menu is unlike anything I have ever ordered from. Typically, my diet is a simple one. A large part vegetables and fruits, the occasional red meat but mostly chicken and on rare occasions I'll include seafood. "This is so extravagant Miss Sabrina, I don't know."
She reaches back across the desk, gesturing for the tablet. I hand it back to her. "Let's see here, we'll keep it light. To start we'll go with chilled mango papaya soup to be followed by the chef's signature salad. Does this sound agreeable?"
I nod.
"For the main course, chicken roulade. To finish off, we'll go with seasonal fruit platter...See, not too difficult. Now let's move on to reviewing your file." Her fingers move across the screen of the tablet, touching buttons and swiping. "There it is."
She sets the tablet down in front of her. "All the medical results came back...," she pauses briefly while slowly swiping upwards, "wow, exceptionally well. There is one red flag which explains the pills, but medically there are no marks at all." She looks to me before continuing. "You are ovulating." She slides the pills across the desk, "You will need to take these before bed." She watches me for a reaction but there is none. I was already suspecting as much. I have always been very adamant about tracking my cycle.
"How are you feeling? Are you okay with what happened earlier?"
"I...I think so. I'm still letting it all sink in, waiting for it to feel real. My mind keeps telling me to leave - that this is all so wrong but the rest of me won't listen. And the sex, it felt so good Miss Sabrina and that scares me. You gave me the first orgasms I have ever experienced...ever. Is that why I'm broken, am I a lesbian?"
Sabrina uses the question to cut off my nervous rambling. Her smile is comforting and she shows patience and understanding. "Lesbian is just a label that one can only truly apply to oneself. I consider myself to be lesbian, but I understand my own desires and needs. We still have a lot of work and observations that needs to be done for you to reach the same levels of self realizations. You did submit to my wishes and demands, but you also offered yourself to Eric. He may not have given you an orgasm but that doesn't mean it was unpleasant, correct?"
"I did. Feeling him reach his own orgasm, while physically exhausting after everything else that had happened, did make me feel good." I look down, partially in shame and partially searching for words. "It felt right, Miss Sabrina. All of it."
"You are inexperienced but that experience will come in time should you continue to allow it. The common consensus among the staff is that you are naturally submissive and sexually curious; it's your innocence and naivety have held you back all these years. There is nothing wrong with that." A pause as she readjusts her legs. "You deep down do want to change, and we're here to help. If you're a lesbian, we'll help you discover that. If not, then we'll learn your desires. Don't focus on the labels."
Pausing to allow me to process what she has said, a few moments pass and she continues. "Before we proceed I need to know, are you okay? Are you comfortable proceeding with the trials and therapy? There will be many different situations we put you through, some may not be enjoyable."
I nod, speaking quietly "Yes Miss Sabrina."
She pushes her chair back and stands, walking over to me. Her hand reaches out and gently grabs my elbow guiding me to stand. "It's time to get you presentable for tonights dinner. We'll go over the protocols you need to know while getting ready." As we walk to the door, she grabs a small case.
We go through the procedure to access my room and she leads me to the tub where she disrobes me. "Oh...nothing under. I'm impressed." She tosses the robe onto the soiled towel and opens the box she brought with her. She lays a fresh towel on the ground and retrieves a pillow from the bed and places it above the towel.
"Lie down, centering your butt on the towel. We are going to get you presentable."
As I go to lie down, she grabs a wash cloth and turns on the water in the tub and soaks the cloth in warm water. Her knees part my legs as she kneels between them. A warmth rains down on my pubic mound as she wrings the washcloth over me. The water washes over my hips and through the creases of my legs forming little streams being collected by the towel underneath me. She then covers me with the cloth and slowly wipes. "Just a quick clean so we can give you a nice haircut down here." After a few wipes with the washcloth, she pulls a dry part of the towel up between us and dries the area with soft pats.
"Jenn, I appreciate the natural look you have going here but many of our guest will not. This thick bush also hides a beautiful part of your body that should be seen. We're going to trim you up a bit. I'm not going to get rid of it all...just a little maintenance."
She attaches a comb to the end of the hair clippers and flips a switch and they spring to life with a vibrating hum. I close my eyes as the teeth of the attachment poke into my flesh and she guides the device through the forest. She takes a few passes, weaving her way around the countour of my body and when she is satisfied with her work brushes the removed hair onto the towel. "That was the easy part," she says as she reaches for a warmer and container of wax from the case she brought with her. She places the wax into the warmer and turns it on letting it melt while preparing the other items needed.
After a few moments of melting, she test the wax for temperature before using a Popsicle stick to apply it to my bikini line. The wax is warm and sticky, hastily painted to my sensitive flesh. She quickly applies cloth strips to the wax as it solidifies and waits. She test the strips with her fingers and decides enough time has passed, "This will be a little painful." Without further warning she rips the strips away. My hips thrust forward as if desperately trying to reapply the strips but it's too late. The stinging pain travels through me, and I let out a whimper . My eyes water and voices shakes when I ask, "Is it done?"
"We have a few more passes up here to go, and then we have to do back here," as she traces a finger up the available crease of my butt. "I'll try to go as quickly as I can."
