Chapter 30: Ranking

I didn’t know what to say. Rebecca had completely outplayed me. She won this round. Luckily, I still had an ace up my sleeve, no, two actually, I corrected myself. The rest of the meal passed in silence. After we had finished and cleared the table, although I wasn’t particularly helpful thanks to the crotch chain, I was finally allowed to go to the toilet. But not alone. We all went to the bathroom together!

Had I mentioned that I had problems peeing when someone was watching me? It was okay with a webcam because I could just ignore the fact that someone was sitting behind the camera, as long as they hadn’t turned on their own camera, which not many did. But in physical presence, such as with the camera crew or, as here, in front of my fellow slaves, I really had problems with it. If my bladder hadn’t been so full, I wouldn’t have been able to pee in front of the camera during the last shoot.

Now I had to sit on a bowl, with the others on my left and right, and do my ‘big business’. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t. At least I was allowed to go to the toilet again shortly before going to bed.

“Well, shy?” Twelve asked me.

I smiled back sheepishly. “Sounds stupid for a porn actress and cam girl, I know.”

“Not stupid, normal. I couldn’t do it before either, only here.”

I almost asked her where she was from, but I stopped myself just in time. So I just grinned a little stupidly and nodded my head.

“If you can’t do it, then get up, I need to go too!” ordered Four.

I quickly got up and went to the sinks. Although I hadn’t peed or gotten my hands dirty in any other way, I washed them with soap from the dispenser.

“At the latest when you serve as a toilet, your shyness should be over, Seventeen!” remarked Four as she pressed something firmly into the toilet. “And the way you’ve started, it won’t be long before you drop into the 20s. We haven’t had a 29 in quite a while.”

No, I didn’t want to hear or imagine that. There were things that really disgusted me.

After being escorted back to my cell, I sat down in front of my screen again and started studying. I hoped this would distract me from the pressure in my abdomen. The others now had to go about their work. At 2 p.m., the shift began in the laundry room, where Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, and Fourteen were assigned. Four was busy cleaning the wing, and Twenty was not on the list today. Isabell and I were not assigned either.

As soon as the three of them set off for the upper floors, they put on their rubber masks with their numbers on them. Apparently, the only way up was through this wing, so you could always see who was coming and going. After about two learning levels, I heard the hallway doors open again.

Curious, I stood up and tried to see around the corner. I missed my hand mirror. But I probably wasn’t allowed to have it here in the cell anyway. However, I didn’t have to wait long. I recognized René and a young woman with a shaved head, wrapped in bandages, otherwise naked. Between the bandages, I noticed part of a tattoo on her neck: a dragon’s tail.

Twenty was covered with marks from whips and other instruments of punishment; she had obviously been on duty in the Rooms over the weekend. And the gauze bandages, all too familiar to me, indicated a stay in the hospital. René noticed me and hissed at me, “What are you staring at, slave? Get on your knees!”

Startled, I remembered the prescribed greeting for mistresses and masters. From now on, René no longer existed for me; he was now Master P. I immediately followed his instructions, knelt down, and bowed my head.

“Why not right away? One penalty point. What is your rank and status?”

I was confused for a moment. Status? Damn, the number of penalty points I had. Did yesterday’s still count? No, I had served them, hadn’t I?

“Sir, my rank is 17, I don’t know my status at the moment. I received two penalty points this morning. Yesterday I had eight, but I was told that they were cleared by spending the night in the bunker.”

René thought for a moment before answering. “No, your rank is now 18! And your points from yesterday aren’t completely cleared, that only clears a maximum of five points. So now you have six again! That means another night in the bunker!”

I swallowed and gritted my teeth. Just in time, I remembered that I had to say thank you.

“Sir, thank you for the clarification and the opportunity to improve myself through punishment.”

He pushed Twenty into a cell diagonally in front of me and turned his full attention to me.

“You are very arrogant, but we will correct that here before your mistress takes care of you and gives you your final polish.”

He opened my cell and stood in front of me. “Come on, show me your gratitude!”

An inexperienced slave would have immediately assumed that she had to give him a blow job. But this was about something other than satisfying obvious sexual urges. I had been around long enough to know what was expected of me. Even if I would have much preferred to give him a blow job than do what I was about to do.

“Yes, sir!”

I bent down to the floor and began licking his black shoes clean. I tried not to think about where he had walked in them. Shoe polish doesn’t taste very good either.

He let me do it for a few minutes before he was satisfied.

“Enough. I can see what Rebecca sees in you, you do seem to have potential after all.”

“Thank you, sir!” I was still kneeling in front of him with my head bowed.

He turned around. “Come with me!”

I got up and tried to follow him to the left. Through the barred door, we entered the equipment room I knew well. There he stood, somewhat indecisive, in front of the shelves with the bondage equipment.

Finally, he picked up a steel chastity belt from a shelf labeled Kumiho. It definitely wasn’t there yesterday; I would have noticed.

He turned to me and looked me over. “Have you pooped today?”

“No, sir, I couldn’t.”

“Well, then you’ll have to hold it in until tomorrow.”

He fished a rather thick dildo out of the shelf, which could be hooked into the chastity belt with a button. The position told me that it was meant for my butt. He squeezed some lubricant out of a tube onto it and handed it to me.

“Put it on!”

The entire chastity belt was made of stainless steel and could be locked with a padlock so that I couldn’t simply take it off. Where the butt plug was now inserted, there was normally a hole through which one could relieve oneself. At the front, my slit was covered by a grille. But a dildo could also be inserted there. I was glad that they didn’t do that, because at least that way I could pee.