The next morning began with me waking up on the floor naked with my hands cuffed uselessly behind my back and my ankles bound in leg shackles. It took me a few seconds to remember where I was and why I was naked and helpless.
I didn't struggle for very long. I soon remembered why I was naked and bound and sleeping on a crib mattress. I was in Sessia and slavery was legal here. I had signed a slave contract and was legally Gretchen's property.
"Finally awake are we?" I heard Gretchen's voice say after I stopped struggling against my handcuffs.
"Today is going to be a rough day, so I let you sleep in," Gretchen said before I had a chance to answer.
I had nothing to say in response to that; however my private thought was that
yesterday
was pretty rough. Was today actually going to be
worse?
Still somewhat groggy, my feet were unshackled and I was led naked by Gretchen and a female security guard (not the one from yesterday.
This one
actually smiled at me) through the hotel to the lower levels where they located the hotel health club and the locker rooms.
The locker rooms were almost completely empty this early in the morning; however Gretchen dragged me across the room and towards a cute, slender blonde girl. She had an athletic build and was wearing a red one-piece bathing suit with the word LIFEGUARD emblazoned across the front.
"Lexi, this is Gretchen Starke and her slave," the security guard said, introducing Gretchen and me. I couldn't help but notice that Gretchen was introduced with her name, whereas I was just introduced as Gretchen's slave.
"Ms. Starke, this is Lexi. She'll be in charge of grooming your slave; washing her, shampooing her, shaving her etc. She'll also be the person who spanks her every morning."
I had been told that I would be spanked in the hotel lobby every morning, however as soon as the security guard said it out loud I felt my body flood with apprehension and nervousness. Yes, I did find spankings to be erotic and sexually exciting, but I also always dreaded them. When delivered by somebody with a strong arm they stung like hell, and when administered in front of an audience, they were quite humiliating.
Perhaps sensing my fear and trepidation, Gretchen turned to me and said, "Go with her and do everything she says, darling. I'll meet you upstairs in the lobby."
Gretchen then surprised me by kissing me on the lips and unlocking me from my handcuffs. The kiss calmed my nerves somewhat and then Gretchen and the security guard left me alone with Lexi.
The girl looked so young and so innocent; I could hardly believe that in just a few short minutes she'd be inflicting a cruel, stinging spanking on my innocent, naked bottom in front of a crowd of witnesses.
"Diane, I know you're a slave," Lexi said once we were alone, "And I know slaves are usually ordered to address all women as
'Mistress'
, but I'd prefer it if you called me Lexi. I'd kind of like to be a friend if that's okay with you."
Then she extended her hand to me, apparently as a gesture of friendship.
It seemed very confusing to me that a girl who was going to painfully smack my naked bottom repeatedly and cause me great pain and embarrassment also wanted to be my friend, but the life of a slave can sometimes be a strange one. I took the hand that Lexi offered and shook it.
"Okay, Lexi," I said. "I think I'd like that."
Having a friend is a very unusual thing for a slave, but now I had one. My new friend and I had about three seconds to hug before she had to get to the business of grooming me.
First she gave me an enema, which I hated for multiple reasons. Then she brushed and flossed my teeth. Then she cut my fingernails and toenails to a proper length.
"Okay, this next part is kind of kinky, so I'm going to apologize in advance," Lexi said as she led me by the hand to a door marked Exit.
Once through the door, Lexi and I were out behind the hotel. The ground underneath our feet was concrete and Lexi led me over to an area where metal shackles dangled from metal chains. Lexi indicated that I should raise my hands up so that she could lock my wrists in the shackles. Now that Lexi was my friend it would have seemed rude not to cooperate with her. I raised my wrists and allowed Lexi to trap my wrists in metal bondage. Lexi stood on a box to lock my wrists into the metal shackles and made me helpless. "You're very brave," Lexi informed me and then she kissed me on the lips.
"The crowd has been gathering for over two hours now," Lexi said pointing to her right and indicating a crowd of male and female spectators in the hotel parking lot. We were separated from them by a chain link fence. "They're interested in watching as I wash you."
There was no showerhead, however Lexi soon located a hose and used it to hose me down with cold water. The first blast of cold water against my naked skin made gasp and squirm, but soon became bearable. Lexi stood there making sure that my entire body was wet and then she laid the hose down and came at me with a sponge and a bar of soap.
For approximately twenty minutes, she lathered and rubbed and teased my every nook and crevice on my body that her young hands could find. Lexi wasn't merely washing my body; she was also performing for the crowds. And as Lexi's hands soaped up my back I noticed a TV news van out in the parking lot. There was probably a camera crew filming me. I struggled not to show signs of embarrassment as Lexi washed my neck, then my chest. And as hundreds of local men and women watched, Lexi lingered on my proud breasts, running her slippery hands over my nipples until they felt too sensitive to touch. I moaned and whimpered in protest, but Lexi continued, all the while remaining behind me so that she wouldn't block the crowd's view of my naked body.
Eventually Lexi's hands moved down my sides and hips moving towards my swollen pubic lips. Her sponge and bar of soap worked magic on my libido. After her hands and sponge had been rubbed across my clit about a dozen times, Lexi brought me to the point where I was teetering on the edge of orgasm. But almost instantly, she moved her soapy hands down my thighs, not allowing me to achieve release. I closed my eyes tightly and groaned with need.
