Chapter 23: New Arrivals

Tonight there are two additions to our group. The new arrivals are twin sisters aged in their early twenties, who seem bewildered by everything around them. We burst into conversation as soon as the Señoritas hand out our plates of food and depart. Just as I was the curiosity last night, the twins ... Grace and Charity ... are the ones bombarded with questions.

“We were tricked into coming here by our elder sister, Faith,” complains Grace.

Charity says nothing as she looks nervously around the room. I can tell that Grace is putting on a brave face and being very careful about what she tells us. They are obviously scared and I sense that they are struggling to avoid sinking into a panic.

“The food here is excellent, and the sleeping quarters are comfortable,” I say, trying to ease their alarm. “How long are you staying?”

“Until Faith collects us,” replies Grace. “Hopefully that’s early next week, but she was a little vague about an exact date.”

“Which Señorita is looking after you?” I probe.

“The only one we’ve met so far is Señorita Juana,” says Charity, finally entering the conversation. “She’s the one who locked us in this slave collar and chain. I don’t understand how you all keep so calm about it all.”

“Don’t get upset, Charity,” says Grace. “This place is a little weird, but we are being looked after, and the others here seem okay with the treatment doled out by the staff. Let’s show Faith that we aren’t intimidated by her little games.”

“Why would your sister trick you into coming here?” asks Cassie.

“It’s her latest move to evict us from the family home,” replies Grace. “When our father died three years ago, he left his entire estate to Faith. Charity and I only received a modest annual allowance, and the right to live in the family home. But once we move out, we forfeit that right of occupancy. Faith wants us to do that so she can sell the house once ma dies, which unfortunately could be any time soon. Our mother has been in poor health for years. Faith can’t do anything blatant while ma is still alive, so she resorts to playing tricks on us while pretending sisterly generosity and love.”

While I sympathise with Grace’s and Charity’s plight, my thoughts turn towards the whole set up here. Clearly not all of us enslaved in this pseudo-dungeon are connected with the Dominas-Kongress. Cassie appears to be a long term resident along with Fidel, Liesl and Sofia. Those four admit to being in Mistress Claudia’s thrall. But some of the other ‘slaves’ must be like me; short term visitors. Mistress Claudia must run this place like a business where masters and mistresses can send their submissives for indoctrination and training. I recall that Señorita Maria said that Mistress Claudia specialised in transforming those she trains into docile and obedient slaves of their master or mistress. Quite how Grace and Charity fit into all that is a mystery, unless Faith is hoping to break her sisters’ resistance.

At least I’m not clean up duty tonight, which falls to Grace and Charity. I return to my cell and take a belated bath. Cassie also enters the water. Although we aren’t allowed to talk, she blatantly flirts with me. After my experiences today, I’m more than ready to respond in kind. I’m so aroused by the time we finish, that I remain naked when I slip under my duvet. I promptly proceed to frig myself into a delightful orgasm, which Fidel in the next cell watches we glee. After today’s events, I’m past caring about such voyeurism.

I sleep soundly that night and only wake when I hear the others preparing for the day ahead. Yesterday, I was the first removed from the cells, but today I’m the last. Grace and Charity must have overcome their alarm, as they seem okay with the morning routine. Señorita Maria finally returns for me. She unlocks the block that must have been inserted on the rail to my cell after I went to sleep. Since none of us can go anywhere, I presume the blocks were simply to stop us cohabiting at night. I suspect Fidel would happily jump me if he got half a chance, and I’m not certain I would put up too much resistance.

The routine for the next three days is much the same. My mornings are spent with Condesa, learning and practising having sex in different positions, and ways to make the sex hotter. Afternoons are spent servicing Mistress Claudia’s clients. Despite her threat to include men among the clients visiting me, so far the gimp is the only man I’ve been required to service. That’s not to say the women who visit me are kind and gentle ... far from it. Every one of them puts me through a gruelling regime of obedience and submission. However, despite the rough treatment, I find myself enjoying being here and look forward to the sessions.