Notes From The Underground

Kathryn looked at Phoebe, her face pale. It seemed that she had been too optimistic after all and that Phoebe had been right all along. Worse, the idea of performing 'service' horrified Kathryn. Although she was not at all sure what was involved, Phoebe's terse description had been more than enough to make her apprehensive. If that was not enough, she had no idea how to properly perform whatever 'service' would be required of her. From her experience leaning about the toys, Kathryn knew her lack of knowledge represented a potential mine-field of mistakes any of which would result in punishment.

Phoebe was also startled by Laura's announcement. Never in her long years in the dungeon had she ever seen a slave commanded to perform service on a Mistress before her training was complete. In Kathryn's case, training had not even begun. The few weeks or so they had spent in the session chamber provided Kathryn with none of the knowledge she would need to properly service a Mistress. What was going on here? And what was it about this strange young woman that was so different?

"Oh, god!' said Kathryn. "Just as I though things might not be so bad!"

Phoebe eyed her young charge sympathetically. Kathryn was completely pale and clearly frightened.

"What's going to happen now?" asked Kathryn, shaking.

"Nothing, for the moment" said Phoebe. "It's currently about 4PM, so we have some time before we must get you ready."

"Ready for what?" said Kathryn anxiously.

"I am not sure" said Phoebe.

Kathryn looked at her dumbfound and began to cry. "Oh, god! Nothing good seems to ever happen to me here!"

Phoebe took the young woman in her arms and tried to comfort her. It took almost fifteen minutes before Kathryn recovered sufficiently and her crying subsided.

"How can Laura expect me to…to…service…I don't know what to do" said Kathryn.

"I am perplexed myself" said Phoebe. "Perhaps she has something different in mind than what we think."

Kathryn stopped crying and wiped the tears from her eyes and face and said "What do you mean?"

"I am not sure" said Phoebe "but perhaps you are merely to assist in a session with another slave. It would make sense given your current training, at least."

"You think so?" asked Kathryn, brightening.

Phoebe eyed her hesitatingly. She was not at all confident in her speculation. More often than not, she had been proven wrong when trying to figure out what Laura and the other Mistresses were planning. Experience had taught Phoebe not to be optimistic when it came to such matters. However, she could also see that Kathryn was clearly upset and scared, and although she did not want to get the young woman's hopes up, it would not do to frighten her further either.

"I don't know, but it would make sense."

"Yes" said Kathryn, "it would."

The two women spent the next hour or so discussing the matter, but there was scant information to go on and they soon found their discussion going over the same ground of fruitless speculation as to what Laura might have in mind. As their conversation died down for want of constructive facts to work with, Kathryn began to grow uneasy and began pacing the room. Phoebe realized that it was a long way till midnight and if Kathryn continued like this, she would soon be a nervous wreck. Her anticipation of what was to happen would ultimately prove worse than the event itself, no matter how terrible or traumatic it might actually end up being.

"I think perhaps we should get some rest" said Phoebe. "It's going to be a long evening and it won't do for you to be exhausted."

Kathryn stopped pacing and said "I don't think I could rest. I am too worried."

"I know" said Phoebe, "but if you continuing pacing like that, you'll be dead on your feet by midnight. It' best to get some rest, even if you don't sleep."

Kathryn looked at her mentor and could see concern in Phoebe's eyes. "OK" she said finally. I guess you're right."

With that, the two slaves walked back to their cell and lay down in their respective places. It seemed strange lying on the padded floor with the bars up and the door open, and it took Kathryn awhile before she could close her eyes and relax. Across the room Phoebe lay motionless on her cot, her breathing slow and even. Kathryn could not tell if her mentor was asleep, but she refrained from talking, deferring to Phoebe's advice to get some rest.

Kathryn's mind was in turmoil and she endlessly reviewed everything Phoebe had told her since she had come into the dungeon. After a while, even Kathryn realized that all she was doing was making herself more and more anxious. Forcing herself to put the matter out of her mind, she began to review her lessons. At least she thought, if they were right about tonight, her knowledge and training might come in handy. It took a long while, but eventually (and much to Kathryn's later surprise) she fell into a light sleep.

The next thing she knew Phoebe was standing over her, shaking her shoulder saying "Kathryn, it time to get going."

"What?" said Kathryn sitting up, rubbing her eyes. She was disoriented, her mind heavy with dark and ominous shapes tangled with vague lists of equipment and fragments of protocol left over from her dreams. "Go? Where? What time is it?"

"Its 10PM" said Phoebe. "It's time to get you ready for tonight."

Kathryn stood up, groggy and wishing that she were sill asleep. Without thinking she followed Phoebe trying to clear her mind and shake off the last of the sleep. The dungeon was darker than usual and when they finally arrived at the recreation room, the bright lights hurt Kathryn's puffy and still sleepy eyes. Entering the room, she followed Phoebe into the adjoining room where she showered and changed her diaper every morning.

What followed seemed surreal and Kathryn moved as if in a brightly lit dream. Off to one side of the room, Phoebe filled a sunken tub with warm water, pouring a bottle of red-colored liquid into the water. Immediately the scent of roses filled the room, reminding Kathryn of the flower garden outside the school house.

"Take your diaper off and get into the tub" said Phoebe.

Kathryn was still in a daze, having not fully awakened yet. Moving reflexively she undid the diaper, letting it fall to the floor. It was heavy and wet, and when she went to pick it up, she dropped it twice before placing it in the deposal bin.

Blushing in embarrassment, Kathryn walked over to the tub and looked it. It was about half full and the sent of roses filled her nostrils as she stood over the steaming tub. Kathryn had, of course, noticed the sunken tub before, but she had never used it, nor had she seen Phoebe or anyone else use it. Until now it had remained another curiosity, one of many, not noteworthy enough to bother think about.

"Get in" said Phoebe. "You need to soak for a good 45 minutes."

Kathryn obeyed and stepped into the scented water. It was just a degree above body temperature and felt good on her skin. As she settled in, Kathryn could not help but relaxing. She as still not fully awake and the warm water make her sleepy again. That is, until she began thinking about what why she was here. In little over an hour, Laura would come for her and she would be forced to perform her first service. Kathryn felt her heart beat faster and her eyes lost their last residue of somnolence. Oh god! She thought. Her worst nightmare was about to come true. "Phoebe, why…what…" she began.

Phoebe was busy making the rest of the preparations that would be required to get Kathryn ready for her service at midnight. Looking at Kathryn she could she that the young woman was fully awake and anxious again, as she realized that her time was growing short. "It's the standard preparation for service. All slaves are prepared this way before they report for a session with a Mistress. It's actually quite pleasant and we call it the 'spa treatment'. Relax and try and enjoy yourself if you can."

"OK" said Kathryn still anxious as ever. She watched Phoebe who busied herself, moving about the room, pulling supplies from cabinets and carrying various items from one place to another. However, Kathryn was too worried to take Phoebe's advice and relax. Although the water felt wonderful and the soft and soothing scent of roses filled air, she could not help but thinking about what was to come.

After while, Phoebe approached the tub, towel in hand, and said "Time to get out. Dry yourself and then go sit in the chair next to the changing table."

Kathryn got up reluctantly, like a prisoner knowing her time was up, and the inevitable moment of punishment was at hand. She dried herself slowly, facing the tub, her backed turned so Phoebe could not see her. When she was done, she wrapped the towel around her body just under her arms so as to provide some degree of modesty and then walked over to the chair.

When she at sat down, Phoebe went to work on her hair, brushing it out and drying it. When she was done, she placed a garland of white flowers on top of Kathryn's bowl-shaped golden crown of short hair. Next, she applied some makeup to Kathryn's face; a bit of eye shadow and lipstick. She then manicured and painted her finger and toe nails with white and pale gold polish. When she was finished, she handed Kathryn a mirror. "You look beautiful."

Taking the mirror in her well manicured hand, Kathryn looked at herself. Her head with the crown of flowers reminded her of her wedding day which now seemed so long ago. However, the blue tattoos on her cheeks looked strange and ugly, like the makeup an actress might wear for playing the part of an odd character in a play. It reminded her for some reason of the elves she had seen in a Midsummer's Nights Dream. Unfortunately, she knew her dream was likely to be a nightmare, instead of a pleasant warm summer evening's sleep.

Taking back the mirror Phoebe said "Up on the changing table, so we can put your diaper on."

Kathryn blushed bright red. Although Phoebe had been changing her diapers for the last month or so, the embarrassment of exposing her pisshonie in such and overt and shameful manner was something she could not get over. Reluctantly, Kathryn stood up and climbed up on the table, handing Phoebe the damp towel. Lying down on her back, Kathryn placed her feet on the table and slowly spread her legs. Phoebe moved between them quickly, slipping an open diaper underneath her as she raised her hips off the table.

However instead of powdering her pisshonie and finishing the diapering, Phoebe took some lubricating jelly and coated her index finger. Parting the cheeks of Kathryn's ass, she smeared the clear cream over her anus. "Oh no!" said Kathryn as memories of Susan came flooding back into her mind.

"Don't worry" said Phoebe, plunging her finger into Kathryn's anus, "I'll try and keep this as brief as possible."

Kathryn gasped but said nothing, too embarrassed to speak. As Phoebe moved her finger around in her ass, Kathryn became excited and she could feel her pisshonie getting wet. After a few seconds, Phoebe removed her finger and taking a large applicator filled with the same lubricating jelly, inserted it into Kathryn's ass and pushed the plunger. Kathryn gasped again and her blush deepening as she felt the jelly fill her ass. Her pisshonie was wet now and Kathryn's feelings of shame also increased. However Phoebe kept her word and quickly removed the applicator from her ass, once it was empty. After sprinkling some powder over her pisshonie, Phoebe pulled up the diaper and fastened it. "All done" she announced.

Kathryn sat up and got off the table. "Why did you do that?" she asked.

"Its part of the standard preparation" answered Phoebe.

Kathryn took a few steps looking at her diaper. It was trimmed in gold about her waist and she could feel the lubricant in her ass. Phoebe had not only filled her inside, but had placed a thick coating of the lubricant in her crack. Kathryn felt loose and open and her pisshonie felt wet and excited. Mixed emotions filled her and Kathryn began to ponder her fate again.

"Here" said Phoebe handing her a sheer garment made of white see-through material, "put this on."

Kathryn took the garment and examined it. It was light and resembled the veil she had worn on her wedding day. However the silky smooth garment was not a veil. Rather it resembled the tunic that Phoebe wore, except that the material was transparent. Confused, Kathryn was not sure what to do with it.

"Just slip it over your head" said Phoebe seeing Kathryn's confusion.

Taking the odd garment, Kathryn slipped it over her head. The material felt nice against her shin, but did little to hide her breasts and body. It reminded Kathryn of the nightgown India had given her.

However before Kathryn could give the 'gown' or her situation much more thought, Phoebe said, "Let's go back to the recreation room. It's almost midnight."

Kathryn's heart skipped a beat at her mentor's words. In a few moments, she would find out what her fate would be. Trembling, she followed Phoebe into the next room. Everything seemed strange now. The familiar room that they had spent so much time in now seemed cold and unreal. It was almost as if she were returning to a long departed childhood home where things were both the same, yet changed in odd and surprising ways.

Phoebe turned and stroked Kathryn's arm. "Don't worry. Everything will work out fine. I'll be here waiting for you when you get back, so you can tell me everything."

Kathryn swallowed hard. "Thanks" she whispered, tears starting to fill her eyes.

However Kathryn did not have time to exchange further reassurances with Phoebe. At precisely Midnight Laura walked accompanied by another woman dressed in an identical black uniform. "Good, I see you are ready", she said.

Laura nodded to her companion and said "Take her to the elevator and send her up."

"Yes Mistress" said the other woman, taking Kathryn by the arm and pushing her towards the door.

Kathryn was startled by the suddenness of it all and turned her head to look forlornly at Phoebe as she was lead away. Phoebe stared back at her with concerned eyes. "Good luck" she whispered as the women in back ushered Kathryn out of the room. You'll need it I'm sure thought Phoebe to herself.

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In the darkened corridor outside Kathryn struggled to keep pace with the women who roughly griped her arm. As they moved through the dungeon Kathryn's mind was awhirl. The abruptness of her departure had left her stunned and Kathryn found herself regretting that Laura had not given her a few moments to say goodbye to Phoebe. Apprehension of what was to come filled Kathryn and she paid little attention to her surroundings or the black-suited woman who escorted her. It might have been only a few minutes or much longer that they walked along the red-lit stone corridor before stopping in front of the elevator door; Kathryn's mind was too preoccupied to keep track of time. When the elevator door opened, the woman pushed her inside and touched a panel near the door.

Before Kathryn could move or say anything the elevator door slid noiselessly shut and she found herself alone in the small seemingly motionless compartment. Kathryn held her breath in anticipation of what she would find when the elevator door opened again. The ride seemed to take a long time, but in reality the doors opened again in less than half a minute. What she saw completely surprised Kathryn. Not that she had any clear idea or expectation of what she would find upon reaching her destination. Looking out, Kathryn saw a large softly lit opulent and elegantly furnished room with wine-colored carpet, cherry-wood paneling, and crystal windows framed by dark-red drapes. On the wall to her left was a fireplace in which logs of real wood were burning.

Not sure what to do, Kathryn stepped timidly out of the elevator and surveyed her surroundings more carefully. As she did so, the elevator doors shut noiselessly behind her, cutting off any possible retreat from the plush room. Kathryn swallowed hard and took a few more tentative steps into the room.

"Come in my dear" said the voice of a middle-aged woman.

Startled Kathryn stopped as her eyes moved in the direction of the voice. Seated in a red-leather chair, its back facing her, Kathryn saw the top of the head of a woman.

"Don't be frightened" said the voice. "Come over here, in front of the fire, so I can take a look at you."

Almost tiptoeing, Kathryn approached the chair, moving around it, until she stood in front of the seated woman. She was dressed in a black satin robe embossed with a red axe on the left lapel. The woman appeared to be in her biological late fifties or early sixties, matronly, and slightly overweight but still quite handsome. She looked at Kathryn and smiled.

"You are as lovely as they told me" she said "even prettier than your mother."

Kathryn was startled by the mention of her mother. Like any orphan, she had always been intensely curious about her background. Unfortunately, Headmistress Echo had been able to tell her only the barest of facts, claiming that she had not met her mother personally and was not privy to any information besides that in the public domain. Kathryn had questioned her Headmistress on several occasions but her efforts had left her no wiser. Her curiosity had remained however and it was something that one day she had hoped to satisfy more fully. Now, here before her, under the strangest of circumstances, sat a woman who claimed to have met her mother. "You knew my mother….Mistress" said Kathryn speaking without thinking and reflexively remembering to add the word 'Mistress'.

The woman in the chair smiled again and said "Yes, although I cannot claim to have known her other than in the biblical sense."

Kathryn was mystified by the matronly woman's words. She did not understand what 'in the biblical sense' meant. However the idea of talking to someone who had actually met her mother was overwhelming. "Please can you tell me about her…Mistress" said Kathryn.

"You are beautiful, just like her. In fact, there is a very strong resemblance. It is clear that you are your mother's daughter."

Kathryn blushed slightly at the implied compliment. She had of course, seen pictures of her mother who she had found quite beautiful just as the woman claimed. However Kathryn had not noted any familial resemblance to herself. "Please Mistress, tell me about her" pleaded Kathryn.

"Certainly my dear" said the woman. "Come here and sit besides me on the floor."

Without hesitating, Kathryn moved to sit down on the plush red-carpet, next to the feet of the woman who knew so much, her troubles and anxiety forgotten in light of this newest and most surprising revelation.

"There is not much I can tell you I am afraid" she began. "Your mother was very young when life as she knew it ended; in fact, not much older than you are now I am afraid. I am sure you've seen pictures of her, so I won't describe her physically, other than to reiterate her beauty."

Kathryn sat, her face upturned in rapt attention as the black-robed woman talked about her mother. As the woman talked, she began to stroke Kathryn's hair and cheek. In a few minutes Kathryn found out more information about her mother than she had been able to discover in the 18 years of her life. It seemed that her mother had been a shy but popular at school, just like she was. She had lived with another girl, and despite her shyness had been free-spirited and questioning of authority, and by some measures rebellious. She had also been smart and a good student at college. "Unfortunately she was not much more than 19 when tragedy struck. It was all very sad. There is, I am afraid not much more that I can tell you."