spoken; the other wore an identical garment, but in
white. In silence, each of them went to the cot of one of the new arrivals, and began
to unfasten her. In silence, then, they unbuckled cuffs, and belt, and collar, and
put those things in a chest that stood in the entryway.
Rose felt like she was still dreaming one of the dreams she had after Master Leo had
given her the sleeping pill: girls in lingerie being fucked brutally in their backsides,
and men in masks, with monstrous cocks to do the fucking.
Rose had expected, when she realized what the attendants were doing, that they would
be businesslike about the task, but the touch of the girls in the little nightgowns
was anything but clinical and, as if on cue, they began to murmur softly to the new
girls as they took off their leather restraints.
“Lovely,” said the blond girl in the blue nightgown, as she unbuckled Rose’s ankle
cuffs. “It feels strange to have your pussy so bare, doesn’t it, sweetie?”
On the next cot over, where a girl with long wavy black hair, tied in a red ribbon,
was attending to the little redhead, she heard the black-haired girl say, “Did Master
Jeff keep the nipple clamps on for a long time? He likes to do that with the small-sized
girls, I know.”
What the blond who was removing the belt from the curvy brunette was saying was too
soft for Rose to hear, especially because she felt her attendant let her fingers linger
between Rose’s thighs for a long moment before beginning to unbuckle the belt. “Mmm,”
said the attendant. “I bet Master Leo had fun this weekend.”
The older woman clapped her hands three times. “Enough!” she said. “Girls, I am afraid
it is traditional here for new concubines to have this little initiation before their
true one; I feel sure that in a few weeks you will be saying such naughty things to
new girls yourselves, but I know how strange all of this seems. Please get up and
follow me into the foyer. At the bottom of the staircase, you will find your kneeling
mats, with your names on them. When we are done in the foyer, you will be rolling
those mats up and bringing them with you at certain important times. From the moment
you kneel on your mat for the first time, it is your responsibility, and you are to
keep it clean, and have it with you when you should. Kerry, what happens to girls
who forget their kneeling mats?”
“The cane, Miss,” said Rose’s attendant immediately, but also very quietly.
“You may direct any questions you have about how severely a girl is caned for forgetting
her mat to Kerry, girls.” Rose saw that Kerry was blushing deeply, her eyes downcast.
“I am Miss Abigail, girls, but you are to call me simply, ‘Miss.’ I am going to ask
you a question in a moment, and you are going to respond, ‘Yes, Miss.’ I hope that’s
sufficiently clear, or you may earn your first punishment before you even get into
the door. Are you prepared to follow my orders?”
“Yes, Miss,” Rose said, and heard the other two new girls say the same, the fear audible
in all their voices.
Miss Abigail turned and walked into the foyer. The brunette, and then the redhead,
and then Rose herself, followed. Their attendants entered after them.
As promised, there were three white squares on the creamy stone floor of the foyer,
at the bottom of the staircase. They said, in blood-red letters along the edge closest
to the staircase—letters that were upside-down from Rose’s perspective—‘Annie,’ ‘Bridget,’
and ‘Rose.’
“Girls,” said Miss Abigail, standing in front of the mats now. “Please stand in front
of your mats.” They obeyed. The brunette, it appeared, was Annie, and the redhead
was Bridget.
“You will see that your names are upside-down. Leah, why is that?”
From behind Rose, one of the other attendants (Rose did not dare to turn around to
see who it was) said, “Our names are for our
white. In silence, each of them went to the cot of one of the new arrivals, and began
to unfasten her. In silence, then, they unbuckled cuffs, and belt, and collar, and
put those things in a chest that stood in the entryway.
Rose felt like she was still dreaming one of the dreams she had after Master Leo had
given her the sleeping pill: girls in lingerie being fucked brutally in their backsides,
and men in masks, with monstrous cocks to do the fucking.
Rose had expected, when she realized what the attendants were doing, that they would
be businesslike about the task, but the touch of the girls in the little nightgowns
was anything but clinical and, as if on cue, they began to murmur softly to the new
girls as they took off their leather restraints.
“Lovely,” said the blond girl in the blue nightgown, as she unbuckled Rose’s ankle
cuffs. “It feels strange to have your pussy so bare, doesn’t it, sweetie?”
On the next cot over, where a girl with long wavy black hair, tied in a red ribbon,
was attending to the little redhead, she heard the black-haired girl say, “Did Master
Jeff keep the nipple clamps on for a long time? He likes to do that with the small-sized
girls, I know.”
What the blond who was removing the belt from the curvy brunette was saying was too
soft for Rose to hear, especially because she felt her attendant let her fingers linger
between Rose’s thighs for a long moment before beginning to unbuckle the belt. “Mmm,”
said the attendant. “I bet Master Leo had fun this weekend.”
The older woman clapped her hands three times. “Enough!” she said. “Girls, I am afraid
it is traditional here for new concubines to have this little initiation before their
true one; I feel sure that in a few weeks you will be saying such naughty things to
new girls yourselves, but I know how strange all of this seems. Please get up and
follow me into the foyer. At the bottom of the staircase, you will find your kneeling
mats, with your names on them. When we are done in the foyer, you will be rolling
those mats up and bringing them with you at certain important times. From the moment
you kneel on your mat for the first time, it is your responsibility, and you are to
keep it clean, and have it with you when you should. Kerry, what happens to girls
who forget their kneeling mats?”
“The cane, Miss,” said Rose’s attendant immediately, but also very quietly.
“You may direct any questions you have about how severely a girl is caned for forgetting
her mat to Kerry, girls.” Rose saw that Kerry was blushing deeply, her eyes downcast.
“I am Miss Abigail, girls, but you are to call me simply, ‘Miss.’ I am going to ask
you a question in a moment, and you are going to respond, ‘Yes, Miss.’ I hope that’s
sufficiently clear, or you may earn your first punishment before you even get into
the door. Are you prepared to follow my orders?”
“Yes, Miss,” Rose said, and heard the other two new girls say the same, the fear audible
in all their voices.
Miss Abigail turned and walked into the foyer. The brunette, and then the redhead,
and then Rose herself, followed. Their attendants entered after them.
As promised, there were three white squares on the creamy stone floor of the foyer,
at the bottom of the staircase. They said, in blood-red letters along the edge closest
to the staircase—letters that were upside-down from Rose’s perspective—‘Annie,’ ‘Bridget,’
and ‘Rose.’
“Girls,” said Miss Abigail, standing in front of the mats now. “Please stand in front
of your mats.” They obeyed. The brunette, it appeared, was Annie, and the redhead
was Bridget.
“You will see that your names are upside-down. Leah, why is that?”
From behind Rose, one of the other attendants (Rose did not dare to turn around to
see who it was) said, “Our names are for our
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