Chapter 28: The Test

After our “examination,” we were led into an adjacent room labeled “private room,” which contained 15 large lockable cabinets. They were labeled alphabetically from A to O and were considerably larger than the usual lockers in changing rooms. Their size was more like that of a medium-sized wardrobe. But they also had electronic locks. We could open them with our chips and sort our private belongings. Jelena explained the rules and what to expect at length.

Isabell was assigned cabinet H, and I was assigned J. Vier and Jelena checked every item of clothing and object to make sure we hadn’t brought anything forbidden with us. All the items locked in these lockers were only available to us on days when we would be working outside the cell block in the cam rooms or elsewhere in public. Or when we had time off. The rest of the time, we were denied access. In the middle of the room was a bench where women could sit down, a mandatory wall mirror, and a sink.

Following Jelena’s instructions, I handed her one item after another from my bag so that she could briefly feel and examine them. During this examination, I was able to look around briefly. I immediately noticed that there were no large surveillance cameras in this room, only small ones that reminded me of department store cameras. Presumably, the images from this room were not accessible to VIPs. So what I had in the closet remained with the building security, at least.

“Come on, don’t dawdle!” Jelena barked at me. I flinched and handed her a dress while taking a pair of jeans from her and putting them in the closet.

The whole process took a long time, and by now my stomach was growling because I hadn’t eaten anything since my sandwich for lunch. I was also cold and thirsty. The extensive explanations of the rules began to swirl around in my head. I hoped there was somewhere I could read them, because at the moment my capacity for absorption was somewhat exhausted. Nevertheless, I nodded politely when she paused and asked if I had understood.

Finally, we came to the end of putting our things away. I was only allowed to keep my toothbrush, hairbrush, and a few other toiletries, for which I found a freezer bag with a zipper in the closet. Everything else was automatically locked away until the chip reader granted me access, because the closet locked itself.

A closed metal door blocked the passage to the next room. Above the entrance was written “dressing room,” and below it, in different writing and color, obviously lipstick, was a saying: “You who enter here, abandon all hope!”

I looked at it for a few seconds when Jelena spoke close to my ear from behind: “Funny, isn’t it? That’s what the person who wrote it thought too. But not for very long! Nevertheless, we left it there as a warning.”

She seemed to have had an education and a sense of humor, I thought to myself. Was she still down here? I would definitely like to be friends with her.

After we had all gone through the barred door, which was of course immediately locked behind us, we found ourselves in another cloakroom. This room also had numerous cupboards and shelves. Here, too, there were several cameras installed, which could cover the entire room without any gaps.

I was particularly struck by one wall, where numerous full-body steel restraints, neck irons, chastity belts, handcuffs, and leg irons, as well as gags in a wide variety of designs, were displayed on shelves and hooks. Jelena immediately pushed me toward this corner.

“Since you’ve already eagerly collected penalty points, we can start equipping you right away. This night is going to be quite uncomfortable for you. First, the pillory!”

“Mistress?” I asked Jelena. “May I have some water first? I’m terribly thirsty!”

She looked at me in surprise. Then she smiled: “Oh, violation of the gag rule! But of course you can have a drink. On your knees!”

I knew what was coming and could have slapped myself for my stupidity. Jelena took off her shoes, pants, tights, and panties and stood directly in front of me with her pussy.

“Drink everything, Seventeen. And don’t spill a drop. If any drips on the floor, you lick it up!”

I tried to cover her entire slit with my open mouth and waited for the inevitable. It didn’t take too long before a warm, salty, and bitter stream filled my mouth. I wasn’t fond of the aroma either. I tried to swallow, but more and more kept coming. But just before it ran out of my mouth, the stream stopped and I was able to tilt my head back a little and swallow properly.

She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “First lesson: a good slave asks for the next portion and thanks her for being allowed to swallow in portions! In return, she is allowed to speak!”

The humiliation was complete, but I swallowed my pride along with the rest of the piss in my mouth. “Mistress, thank you for allowing me to swallow in portions. I beg for the next portion!”

“You’re welcome, slave!”

She pressed my face against her crotch again and I pressed my open mouth back onto her slit to drink the next gush.