"Bonnie!" Stepmother sputtered. She seethed, trying to calm herself. Bonnie smiled. Cindy blinked. "Bonnie," Stepmother continued, obviously trying very hard not to lose her temper, "I'd like you to meet Cindy. She's going to be living with us. She's going to be helping out with the chores here ... and your stepfather has just adopted her."
The fake smile on Bonnie's face froze and then turned ugly. "You're telling me that ... that without ever mentioning it to ME ... that ... just like that ... I suddenly have a STEPSISTER?" She reared back her head and howled. "Has the whole fucking world gone INSANE!?"
"Bonnie, please!" Stepmother pleaded, suddenly uncertain. But Bonnie dodged to one side of the broad stairs and stomped down to the lower level. The older woman was clearly shaken. She leaned close to Cindy. "Bonnie has been ... under a strain lately."
"I can hear you, Mom!" Bonnie's voice drifted up from below. "And tell the fat, ugly cunt to stay the hell away from me!"
"Oh my," Cindy said softly. They abruptly had to move to one side as Pablo carried a massive amount of shopping bags past them and up the stairs. Without further comment, Stepmother took Cindy's hand and led her after him.
At the top of the grand staircase, one finds oneself in a large corner foyer that splits into two long hallways extending outward at right angles. Cindy had only been to the left, since Stepmother's office was that way, but now, they turned down the other hall, and Cindy observed Pablo ahead of them, walking swiftly through an open doorway. He almost immediately reappeared without the bags, and started back toward them. He spoke in swift Spanish as he passed them, and Stepmother responded immediately in English: "Thank you, Pablo." She explained to Cindy. "Pablo is worried about dinner. You see, he has many duties here: butler, driver, gardener. But first and foremost, he is in charge of the kitchen. He's really a remarkable cook. He says he will bring the last load of your things up ... and then serve a modest meal in the dining room in thirty minutes."
As they approached the room, Cindy was suddenly aware that the door wasn't open ... it was missing entirely! Stepmother saw her staring at the empty hinges, but held up her hand to silence any questions, then she led her over to the bed, shoved a few of the shopping bags aside, and motioned for Cindy to sit beside her.
"You will find," she began softly, "that you will have difficulty keeping up, at first, with all the rules and regulations that I will set out for you in the course of the next day or two. Still, I know that you will do your best in everything that is asked of you. My rules are designed to enforce the feeling that you are, indeed, a slave in this household. As you learn to follow these rules, that feeling will be deeply and indelibly ingrained in you. Through the use of hypnosis, I will help you welcome it. You will come to cherish it ... to thrive on it. At times, you will find yourself in certain ... compromising positions that will truly embarrass you. But that embarrassment will only serve to strengthen your role here. You will never get used to it. It will always make you feel uncomfortable, make you blush, make you confused ... but you will also find the feeling deeply ... sexual."
Cindy was blushing now, as a matter of fact, and her breath seemed labored.
"That is why there is no door to your room," Stepmother continued. "You will have your own bedroom ... and your own bathroom, which is just down the hall ... but you will have no privacy. There is no door on your bathroom, either, by the way. Anyone will be able to look in and see you ... and anyone can enter this room, without your permission, at any time." She paused and took a breath. "I will now go over a few of the basic rules that will govern your life with us. First, however, I want you to stand up and remove your clothes, please. Do it now."
Cindy stood shakily and began unbuttoning her blouse. Stepmother stood as well, then chose one of the shopping bags, and dumped its contents out on the bed. The girl's hands were shaking slightly as she removed the garment, paused for a moment as Stepmother held the empty bag open to her, and finally she realized what was expected of her. She dropped the blouse into the bag, then reached down and removed her shoes. As each garment was removed, she dropped it in the bag, with the exception of the new bra, which she was obviously meant to keep, and she set that down on the bed, next to the pile of new items. At last, she dropped her old cotton panties into the sack, then stood nervously, shifting her weight from foot to foot, waiting for the next order. She was mortified when Pablo reentered the room, so burdened with shopping bags that he couldn't see the spectacle in front of him until he had heaved the sacks onto the bed beside her. Then, his eyes widened, he sucked in his breath, and staggered back from her a few steps.
Cindy bent at the waist and covered herself with her hands, but Stepmother barked an order, and reluctantly, she straightened up and haltingly moved her hands to her sides, blushing crimson. Pablo simply stood and gawked at her, until the older woman handed him the bag containing the old clothes and told him something in sharp Spanish. He nodded, taking the bag but never looking away from the naked girl. At another command, he finally glanced at Stepmother, nodded again curtly, then turned slowly toward the door. He finally glanced in the bag, and to Cindy's utter consternation and horror, he raised it to his nose and sniffed. Finally, he was gone.
Stepmother rummaged through several bags and held up a long, terrycloth bathrobe. Gratefully, Cindy took it and slipped it on, drawing the cloth belt around her and tying it. But Stepmother pulled the top of it open, so that it gaped slightly all the way to the waist. "That is the way you will wear it. You may cover your nipples, but always show the tops of your breasts, and always leave a gap showing between them. You may only wear your regular clothes in this room when you are cleaning or putting things away. Otherwise, whenever you are here, you will wear this ... in just this way. When you lie down to go to sleep, you will always be nude. Always. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Stepmother."
The woman turned and looked pointedly at the room's other furnishings. There was a huge, overstuffed easy chair in the center of the room facing the gaping doorway, with a floor lamp and small reading table next to it. "You may sit in the chair ... or lounge on your bed ... whenever you have free time. But if you are alone, you must be nude whenever you are on the bed. You have no books. I know you are a reader ... but you must earn the privilege of borrowing a book. Do not ask. I will tell you when you may read one." She waved her hand at the dresser. "Everything must be put away, there or in the closet, which, I'm sure you've noticed, has also had its door removed. If you need more hangers, tell Pablo. There is a small linen closet in the bathroom. All your accessories must be kept there, or in the medicine cabinet. Do you see that towel hanging from the rack on the wall? Whenever you go from this room to the bathroom, you must remove your robe and wrap the towel around you. You will take two showers every day ... one when you get up in the morning, and one when you finish exercising. You may not take any clothes with you when you shower ... only a towel ... both to and from the bathroom. You may take a clean, dry towel from the bathroom when you leave. You may take as long as you like in the shower. But you are responsible for your own schedule ... and it is a busy one.
"Rule number one: above all else, no matter what your schedule, when anyone in this house wants you sexually, you will give yourself ... completely, without question or protest. Do you understand rule number one, Cindy?"
"Oh my! I mean ... yes, Stepmother."
The woman motioned her to the bedside, then picked up a skirt. "These skirts should fit you. It will be your uniform ... the only thing you will wear in this house ... that, along with the blouse." She picked one up. She took something from her pocket. "Do you know what this is, Cindy?"
"Yes, Stepmother. It's a seam ripper."
"You sew? Oh, wonderful! That will certainly come in handy. Anyway, I want you to take this and use it to remove the top two buttons on every blouse. You will wear the white socks we bought, and the tennis shoes. There are the four bras that Pablo bought today." She picked up another bag and plucked a pair of lacy panties from it. "I bought you plenty of these in pale colors. They should always be clean. If you are taken sexually or if you ... secrete, or stain them, come and get a fresh pair. I'll show you the laundry room tomorrow and give you the cleaning schedule for the whole house. The only other thing you will be allowed to wear will be these gym shorts and tee shirts for exercise. We have our own exercise room, and you will be required to spend an hour every day there. Any questions?" Cindy stood with her mouth open. "Good!" Stepmother concluded. "Get dressed and be downstairs for dinner in fifteen minutes in the dining room. The family dining room, not the main dining room."
And she was gone.
"Oh my," Cindy muttered to herself. "What have I gotten myself into?" She looked around the room with a mixture of intense apprehension and utter pleasure. Her own room. In her entire life, she had never slept in a room that was hers and hers alone. The bed was a double. She had never been in anything larger than a single ... unless she was on a school trip and was forced to share with another girl. And it was soft! She tested it with her hand and shivered in anticipation. She cast a nervous glance at the open doorway, then shucked off her robe ... only to quickly put it on again long enough to look find a pair of panties. With frequent looks at the door, she again took off the robe and dressed in her "uniform." The hem of the black skirt broke exactly at her knees. She was used to the bra now, which was comfortable, while providing all the support she needed. It took her a few minutes with the ripper to cut the thread holding the top two buttons of a new white blouse, and the resulting gap showed her cleavage constantly. She now sensed that time was short, so she sat on the edge of the easy chair and hurried into her socks and new tennis shoes, then hustled out and down the stairs.
