The alarm went off and she jolted out of bed automatically. The sound registered in her ears but her body responded automatically and she was up on her feet before she realized what was happening.
She looked around her small room and wondered at the alarm in the first place. She hadn't remembered setting it. It wasn't important though. She walked over and turned off the alarm and went to her closet and got her cleaning supplies.
She automatically got on top of her bed and wiped at the corners of the ceiling. She moved the bed as she needed to get to the high corners. She wiped the walls, and cleaned the window as she had been taught, always moving side to side. She was aware of her breasts and ass swaying and shaking side to side as she did so, but she had other things to worry about and it wasn't so distracting as to get in her way at all. Once she was done with the walls, window, and dusting her dresser, she swept the floor.
Now that her room was clean, she started doing her exercises, following the cheat sheet that Eden had left for her she went through her exercises. She quickly built up a sweat, but kept going. After the exhausting ordeal that she had endured yesterday she was surprised that she had any strength at all, much less have enough energy to go through her exercises. But as she worked through them, she found that doing her exercises, while not exactly pleasurable, she did enjoy the feeling she was experiencing. The drained feeling of working her muscles was something she found she actually liked. Her mind was more alert and she felt energized in ways that she just hadn't felt on her own in a long, long time. Not for the first time, she wondered how she had let her job get in the way of something so basic as taking care of herself? This was the first time she had exercised for more than a day or two in a row in years, and in spite of herself, she did enjoy it.
She let her mind drift back over the previous day and everything that had happened. Meeting Ava had been a shock, but she hadn't seen her after that first encounter. She wondered what sort of training a Domme would be going through. Those thoughts were crowded out by the images of what James had put her through. James wasn't unkind, nor did he seem to take any sort of pleasure when he had had to discipline her. She knew he was doing what needed to be done.
She resolved in her mind to try her best to not break any more rules. She would play this game as best she could and see it through to the end. She did not want to be punished again. That much she was absolutely sure of.
She shivered at the memories. Floating in total blackness from the blindfold and feeling the soft, sensual, and sometimes harsh bite of the leather strips from the cat-o-nine tails whip against her naked skin. Being tied up against her pole, for who knows how many hours, feeling the sting and pleasure from the vibe inside her, sting, punishment, tingling praise, both sensations were mixing together in her mind and she found she had a hard time keeping the two sensations completely separate.
Finished with her chores and exercises she went immediately to the bathroom and took a quick shower and cleaned herself. She picked up her basket and found yet even more makeup and brushes in it. She smiled and thinking back to what she had learned in the salon started applying her base and slowly applying her make up.
She marveled at how much she was enjoying this. She wasn't rushed but she knew she didn't have all the time in the world. She enjoyed the feel of the different brushes as she watched her skin slowly take on the gentle hues of the makeup. A soft line of color here to accentuate her high cheek bones and a light smokey look that drew the eyes to her eyes. Focusing her appearance on her eyes, with a light nude lipstick that didn't detract from the focal point of her face. She smiled at herself in the mirror. This wasn't the heavy goth look that she had attempted in the salon, this was a subtle look with specific highlights that guided whoever was looking at her to focus on what she wanted and her eyes were bright and sensual, and that's where she wanted people looking.
Once she was done, she put everything back into her basket and made her way back to her room. It was a little odd. She had only been there two, maybe three, days and she no longer felt self-conscious about being nude. It was just something else that she had grown accustomed to, almost scarily fast.
She found her room empty, that's wasn't completely unexpected so she walked to the center of the room and folding her hands at the small of her back, and placing her feet shoulder width apart she assumed her wait pose.
She stood that way for a long time, not talking and not moving. She allowed herself to think back, even to a week ago, and she would never have just stood around doing nothing in a dumb pose that she had spent hours learning, and being punished with pain from her shock collar for not moving fast enough, or not getting the right pose. She would have found a half dozen things that's absolutely needed to be done right then, and standing around doing nothing was far from productive. But here, in this place, on her vacation, standing around, just because she hadn't been told to do anything else, seemed almost normal.
The light from the window brightened and Violet could tell that it must be around noon. That was odd that James hadn't come for her. She thought that there must be something for her to do, something for her to learn. Maybe a trip back to the salon for additional lessons, or maybe learning more about bondage that James had said she would need to experience, but James hadn't come. Her body was still tired from her exercises and her ordeal from yesterday. She was actually proud of herself that she hadn't moved.
"Hello violet. Have you enjoyed your little rest period this morning?"
It was James and he had his usual kind smile on his face.
Violet took a second to respond, being taken off guard and being so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't heard his footsteps outside her room.
"I'm doing fine this morning James, thank you for asking."
James sat down on the bed and looked at her, and gazing around the room. "You cleaned this morning, that's very good."
Violet immediately felt the vibe inside her come to life and send shivers of pleasure up her spine. She heard a soft moan from somewhere, it took her a few moments before she realized that it had come from her.
James smile never left his face. He really was an attractive and kind man even though he was a little older he was in great shape and his eyes were kind and he hadn't done anything that hadn't needed to be done, she found that she was very comfortable being with him.
"And you did your exercises, that's very good."
A tingle and jolt of pleasure shot through her and she shivered, riding that wave.
James looked over to her pole and said, "Put your back against your pole and assume your Inspection pose."
Violet was a little confused, she hadn't done anything wrong and thoughts of protest rose up in her mind. Too bad nobody told her body that, because by the time she had decided to voice her protest she felt the cool metal of the pole pressed up against her back and her hands were interlaced behind her head. When did I move?
The question didn't matter and she didn't have time to focus on that anyway, because James started tying her to the pole. He lowered her hand to her sides and wrapped them back behind her and tied them to the pole. Her wrapped a long rope around her torso, and wrapped just under her breasts four times and tightly secured her to the pole and tightened her wrists to the pole.
"Spread your legs, double what they are now."
Violet's legs spread with no protest. She wasn't really paying attention to what James was doing per se. She was completely focused on the feel of the nylon ropes as they snugly wrapped around and fastened her to the pole behind her. She felt the cold metal of the spreader bar being locked to her ankles, keeping her legs spread and access to her vibe filled pussy, which was already a little moist, open.
