Chapter 13: Is There Life After Housework?

Course 8 / Day 5: Course Progress Meeting

Participant Notes: Fifty

Jo: Fifty is showing reasonable progress with her work and slave training sessions and seems to be reconciled to being naked, pierced and shaved. Gerry, Ylena and Celia all report her responses are satisfactory and she seems to have settled into accommodation without difficulty. Introductory sessions have established her discipline programme, so we intend to continue with planned training / experience regime.

Jenny's Recollections

I awake to find daylight seeping in through my room — no, let's be frank - my cell window. There is no clock and so I don't know the exact time. I guess it's maybe half past six in the morning.

I feel quite good considering what I went through yesterday.

There's no mirror, either. I run my hand through my hair, only there is no hair, of course, just my bare scalp. My arm brushes my nose ring and when I swallow, my tongue feels swollen and tender. My buttocks are still sore from the attentions of Ylena, my Gaspazha.

The feeling that I had on waking of being rested is replaced by anxiety about the coming day; about what other challenges are in wait for me...

There is nothing to read, nothing at all in my cell except for the blanket that covered me for the night, a small towel, soap, toothbrush and toothpaste. There's a razor and shaving cream too, which I had thought was just for my pussy, and an electric razor to use on my head. I lay in bed for a while thinking. Thinking about how natural this all seems to me now, how easily I seem to have fallen in to the routine here, how easy it's been to submerge myself in the rules and the rituals. Why couldn't Joe and I do any of this? Why couldn't we even talk about this? He always seemed kind, maybe just a bit preoccupied with work, but somehow whenever I tried to bring up the subject he'd fend it away. Even in bed, if I tried to get him to take a more dominant role, he seemed to shy away from it. It wasn't ever that he said he disapproved, more that he couldn't see how it related to him and me. Was it his fault? Was it mine? I don't know and I don't feel I'm getting any closer to that here.

I get up and go to the toilet. At least, with the shutters down, no one can see me squatting or cleaning myself inside. I still cringe about having to do that, but at least I'm alone.

I have a shower: standing on the toilet foot pads, turning on the water and letting it cascade off my naked body and down the toilet.

I shave my pussy again, as they've told me. I shave my scalp, too.

I get dry. With no hair this doesn't take long and the towel is only just damp at the end of it. It's quite warm in my cell. The water was hot too., I'd half expected it to be cold; my gaolers obviously aren't being as unreasonable today as they could be.

I clean my teeth carefully— carefully because of my new tongue piercing. It's awkward trying to move the brush around my mouth without knocking the stud and besides my tongue feels swollen and bruised. Celia gave me some chlorhexidine mouth wash to help with the healing.

It's all I can think of to do. The light through my cell window is getting brighter. I guess it could be seven o'clock now but I don't have any way of knowing for sure. I sit on the edge of the bed.

There's a mechanical click and the shutter on the outside of the cell bars begins to rise. Josephine is standing there, smiling. I get to my feet. It seems appropriate.

"Good morning, Fifty!" Her tone is cheery. "Good to see you are up. Ready for the new day?" I nod. "Turn round." I do as she asks. "Hmmm, nice red bum! I heard your meeting with Ylena went well. Now, turn back to face me. Good. Just look at you! A ringed, collared, and shaven slave. Very tasty! Suits you!"

I find myself smiling gratefully and feeling definitely aroused at the combination of standing naked for her appraisal and the backhanded compliments.

"Well, Fifty, the first thing today is to take you for your gym session. You've been missing out." Jo unfastens the cell door and slides the bars back. "Come!"

Jo leads me back down to the gym. It's a weights session today. The others have got a head start on me. I'm finding it harder work than they are by the looks of it. I get quite a few shocks in my pussy when George — it's him that's supervising our exercise today — thinks I'm not working hard enough. He looks like he's getting as much fun from handing out punishment shocks as Jo did. At the end of it I've lifted more than I would have thought I could and worked harder and longer than I thought was possible.

For breakfast we're in the same room where we all last sat together on the first night

I look across the room at them sitting with their bowls in front of them. Sue is naked just like me. The others wear grey sweat tee-shirts and short skirts and Carrie's head has been shaved like mine. I guess that Sue, Carrie and I are supposed to be a dire warning to the others, or a promise of what's to come for them?

Anyway — I'm pleased to see that I'm not the only one in the wars, so to speak.

Breakfast follows the general pattern of the other meals I have had: aggressively wholesome! This time, though, they seem to have given me some consideration. In respect of my pierced tongue (maybe), we have been given porridge (with milk, so things are definitely looking up) yoghurt (low fat variety) and soft rolls. It still takes me ages to eat it. I apologise to the others. I explain why and they all want to see my tongue. I'm embarrassed and proud at the same time.

After we have finished breakfast, Jo appears again and takes us up to the main hall. She has us stand in a semicircle at one end of the room.

"Now, girls," she says with the hearty tone of a school mistress welcoming a new batch of pupils, "you've had a quiet few days to settle in. Now, your programme really starts." I'm thinking that the last few days have been anything but quiet for me. Imprisoned, kept without clothes, the hair from my scalp removed and with all this ironmongery put into my body; how is that quiet? "The purpose of a slave is to be useful. In order to be useful, you need to learn obedience, humility and discipline of course, but you need to learn to work, too. Today you will start to learn to be useful here."

I suppose when I'd thought about this, I expected the discipline and the obedience. I wasn't sure what she might mean by humility and I hadn't really expected that they would make us work. Mind you, I don't know what I had expected. A continuous round of sensual domination?