CHAPTER FIVE
MY INDUCTION
I must have been in a very deep sleep when I was rudely awoken by a hard slap
across my face "Wakey wakey dreamboat" whispered one of the women, "time to get
up". I was then subjected to a routine with which I became very familiar. I was
barely awake as I felt them removing my limbs from the shackles and fitting them
into my slave chains. The slave collar was unpadlocked from the wall and I was
instructed to get down on all fours. I knew what was coming and counted out the
twenty lashes of the whip they joyously administered as my wake up call. A lead
chain was again attached to my penis and scrotum and I was led through the
passageways to another room. "Right slut, this is where you carry out your daily
ablutions!" My slave collar was then attached to the wall by a long chain and
padlock and the women removed my set of slave chains. I was ordered to strip and
wash in the plunge bath that was in the corner of the room. Removing my boots at
last was like heaven and although the water was tepid it eased all my aching
limbs and the sores from the whiplashes. A bar of soap was thrown in to me and I
carefully removed my wig before thoroughly washing myself. I had been enjoying
the experience for a few minutes when I was given a razor and shaving soap and
ordered to shave myself from top to bottom. They allowed me some ten minutes
when I was ordered to climb out and towel down. I was thoroughly inspected for
any remaining dirt or hairs before they unlocked the chain to my slave collar
from the wall and led me into an adjoining room.
There was a dressing table with an array of make-up, perfumes and a new
platinum blonde wig and on the floor were my slave chains and my clothing. Once
again I was attached to the wall by a chain to my slave collar and a rag and
cans of metal and patent leather polishes were thrust into my hands. "We will be
back in thirty minutes and we want to see your boots, chains and shackles
gleaming!" they said "or else!". There were no prizes for guessing what the "or
else" meant so I got down on my knees and feverishly polished away. I had
remembered to polish the slave collar around my neck and had thrown in a buff up
of my PVC corset for good measure before the women returned. I must have done a
reasonable job because they only found cause to whip me a couple of times before
I was put back in my clothing and re-shackled in my, now shining, slave chains.
I was led to the dressing table and if I thought the corset was tight last
time, they had excelled themselves now and nearly cut me in two. As well as the
difficulty in hobbling on high heels, I was now finding it almost impossible to
breathe. "You've half an hour" they said, "make yourself very pretty, my Lady
will be requiring your services". As I set about making myself up and styling my
wig I mused as to what was in store for me today. I thought that it could not be
any worse than had happened so far, but then realised that it probably would be
- and it was.
The women duly arrived and led me hobbling through the passageways, up the
stairs along a corridor and into a room. This was similar to the office that I
had been in before but instead of a desk there was a smart Regency style dining
table and a chair. I was told to stand to attention to await the arrival of My
Lady. Again punctuality was not her forte but I was getting used to standing on
my 5in heels under the weight of the chains and that aspect at least was not
quite so bad although the pain from the lashes that I had endured showed no
signs of diminishing. She duly breezed in, this time dressed in a pretty white
suit with a short skirt, handbag and stiletto heeled white sandals, and sat
herself at the table. Without looking at me she rang a small bell that was on
the table and a girl, dressed as a French maid gave a menu to Sandra and laid
the table for one. She glanced at the menu and said "I think I'll just have the
roast chicken and rice. Let's keep it simple I like to keep a trim waist." The
maid departed and Sandra looked up at me. "Well slut. I hope that you have come
to learn today. Any sign of disobedience again will make me very angry" she
glowered at me. Presently the maid returned with a glass and a bottle of red
wine. She uncorked the bottle and after offering it to Sandra to taste, poured
her a glass. The maid offered a little curtsey and left the room. Sandra reached
into her large white patent leather handbag and pulled out a magazine which she
duly opened on the table and started to read as she sipped her wine whilst
awaiting her lunch. (I assume that it was lunch as I had no idea of the time of
day that it was) "Keep standing to attention slut!" she barked as she could see
me starting to wilt under the weight of my chains.
It was a good fifteen minutes or so before her meal emerged. The delicious
aroma of it hit me hard - and she knew it. I realised that I had not eaten for
days now and just smelling it intensified the hunger and creased my stomach.
"Look up and watch me eat" she ordered and I had to watch her salivate each
mouthful. "Would you like some food too?" she asked. I wanted to resist and say
no but I had no choice. "Yes please My Lady" I replied. Sandra rang the bell and
the maid entered the room. "Bring some food for the slave please" she asked, the
maid gave another little curtsey and left the room. She returned within a minute
with a large dog bowl and placed it on the floor at Sandra's feet beneath the
table. "Here you are slut, come and get it. You have my permission to get on
your hands and knees and eat it out of the bowl like the bitch that you are. And
don't get it all over the floor!" I dropped on all fours and made my way under
the table "Don't you dare damage the furniture with your chains" she barked.
When I arrived at the bowl I could see that it was just dog food but in my
situation I was short of options and quickly devoured the lot.
Sandra peered under the table "Did you enjoy that?" she asked. "Yes thank you
My Lady" I replied. "Go and resume your position and stand to attention again"
she ordered. I dragged myself from under the table and tottered to my feet. She
barely gave ma another look as she carried on eating before finishing her meal
with an apple. In the meantime I was beginning to feel pretty queasy. Eating the
dog food, hungry as I was, was proving to be poor judgement and I suddenly
vomited my whole meal all over the carpet.
Sandra went ballistic. She rang the bell and ordered the maid to fetch the
women. She went over to a Regency sideboard, opened a drawer and took out a
whip. "Get on your hands and knees and lick it up" she screamed. I dropped to my
knees as she relentlessly whipped my buttocks and tried to lick it up without
regurgitating it but with no success. The women quickly arrived. "Take this slut
away" Sandra barked, " I no longer have any use for this slave, it is utterly
disobedient and totally unsuitable. Remove the number disc from the slave collar
and you may do what you want with the slut". The women eagerly attached the
chain around my penis and scrotum and gleefully led me to the workroom where the
disc was removed. "We think that it is about time that you were acquainted with
our play room" one of them said and I was led hobbling down to the dungeons
