Sir woke me up the next morning.
He sat me up so he could feed me, and when he shoved his spoon into his jelly and pointed it at me, I obediently opened my mouth without a word. When he finished, I obediently waited for him to lift me up by the rope attached to my wrists. I obediently stood quiet and still as he rubbed the cream over me - even my butt. As a reward for all this obedience, he patted me on the shoulder and said "Good girl."
My face flushed and my heart rose. Submission to someone else's will wasn't so bad. I could feel his strength and how he controlled it as he moved me around now; when he touched me, I felt like an egg being held in an elephant's trunk. I also felt more safe than I ever had in my life. All this power wasn't going to be turned on me - it was to protect me.
That was how our trip worked for the next few days. Sir lead me naked along the path. Sometimes people would come the other way, and sometimes he'd stop to talk to them and sometimes he wouldn't. Either way, I would feel their eyes all over my body. I was too ashamed to look up at them, but I could feel them soaking up my breasts and butt and pussy. I felt the shame, knowing that it hurt less than Sir's hand on my ass. I could practically feel the shame on my very skin. We would stop to rest and make camp, and the routine became normal; I almost looked forward to the delicious jelly and to getting the warm, comforting gel.
When we were deep in the woods, we came to a large house that looked like a tavern with a large set of back rooms. Sir stopped his horse and hitched it to the front post, then lead me inside. It was a beehive of activity; there was a woman in neat formal robes sitting at a desk in the front, and to my left was a large open room with many similarly-dressed people at many desks. It was a flurry of activity as people got up and walked around and passed papers to each other.
The woman looked up at us. Her hair was in a bun and she wore horn-rimmed glasses, and she had a severe look on her face. I felt very underdressed.
"Hello. Here is my identification," said Sir. "Lara here doesn't know my name, and I'd like to keep it that way."
"Understood," said the woman. She pulled out a collar with a pink label attached to it and scrawled 'A27' on it. As she wrote, a man in formal robes walked past us. The formality of the place left me feeling even more naked and weak. This was a place that projected authority and power, and I was projecting vulnerability. She handed the collar to Sir and he put it around my neck.
"Take Lara down the corridor to your right. The ENF stable is the door at the very end. You can't miss it."
"Very good," said Sir. He pulled my rope and I dutifully followed. We entered a corridor with doors everywhere; as instructed, he entered the door at the end of the corridor marked 'ENF STABLE'. Past that door was a small empty room with two double doors in it. I was very confused, and even moreso when Sir turned me around and undid the ropes binding my arms behind my back.
"Go through this door. You will be spending the night here."
I stretched my muscles automatically before realising I was pushing my boobs out into the air ridiculously; even freed, I was humiliating myself. But Sir simply walked back through the door he came. I tentatively pushed open the double doors and was shocked at what I saw.
It actually did look like a barn. It was a big room broken up into sections via wooden support beams; there was a main 'corridor' and many little cubicles on each side, though the cubicles had no privacy - only large wooden slats separating them. Each cubicle had a layer of straw, a mattress, and a small table with a jug of water. That is to say, it was a stable in which I was a horse.
What really grabbed my attention was the three naked women standing in the 'corridor'. They looked like they had been talking and I'd interrupted them.
"Hello!" said one, who started walking towards me. She was about my height, with curly and bright red hair that fell to her shoulders. Her nude body was pale, not just from lack of sunlight - her arms and face were freckled - but because she was simply a pale person. Her breasts were perky and she looked like she spent a lot of time indoors. When she noticed me looking at her body, her face pinkened and she nervously rubbed her shoulder, not quite covering her body.
