Slave Girl Pt. 05

I follow Green Dress into a small room. The room is empty except for a few chairs against one wall, and a tall woman in a blouse, pencil skirt and heels. She's significantly older than Green Dress, who I'm guessing is in her early 20s. This woman is well into her 30s, maybe even older than that.

The woman looks me up and down. I cast down my eyes. This lady intimidates me, and I feel very vulnerable and humiliated standing here in a dress.

"This is Beate." Green Dress says and places her hand on the small of my back, gently moving me towards the woman. "She's going to teach you to be a girl. It'll be a short class today, and then tomorrow you'll join the regular classes with the other girls. Understood?"

I nod and mutter "Yes, mistress."

"Louder, girl!" The woman, Beate, says and I hear a crack as if a whip just went through the air. I glimpse up at her and see her holding a long cane.

"Yes, mistress." I say louder in my best girly voice.

Green Dress smiles and exits the room, leaving me with this woman. I can feel myself shaking nervously.

"What's your name, girl?" Beate asks. Her voice is stern. Demanding.

"Steph... Stephanie." I say.

I feel a stinging pain on my thigh as Beate smacks me with the cane.

"You will refer to me as m'am. As a slave girl you are at the very bottom of nearly every hierarchy. You will show respect and submission to people above you. Women are to be addressed as m'am or miss, men as sir. Your future owner will be referred to as mistress or master. Do you understand, girl?"

I nod, still with downcast eyes. "Yes, m'am."

Beate nods and walks towards me. She walks around me, lifting my dress up to see my cage. She uses her cane to correct my posture. Over the next hour she teaches me how to stand, walk and talk like a girl. I do exactly as she says, wanting to avoid another whack with the cane.

"You're very submissive, Stephanie." Beate says after teaching me how I should walk. "That's good. It will help you here. It will make it much easier for you to adjust to your new life."

I look up at her. Her arms are crossed. She's not even holding the cane anymore. There's no need for it.

"Eyes downcast, girl." Beate says. "You're a slave, remember that. Not worthy of even looking other people in the eyes."

I nod. I have my hands folded in front of me, with my legs close together and back straight. A 'simple submissive position' as Beate explained to me.

"I think that's enough for your introduction. Tomorrow you will meet up for training with the other girls." Beate says.

Beate follows me to my room. I can hear some of the other girls talking in the common room down the hallway. I look down the hallway, considering if I should go join them. Beate is still behind me though and gives me a quick whack with the cane.

"Get inside. You will have plenty of time to get acquainted with the other girls later. For now you need to get used to your room." Beate says.

I do as she says and walks inside. Beate closes the door behind me and I hear the door lock.

For the first time all day I am by myself. For the first time since I was kidnapped and forced to dress and act like a woman. For the first time since I've been fucked by other men. For the first time since I swallowed another man's cum.

I make my way to the bathroom and throw up. This is too much. What is happening? Now, here, alone, I can finally gather my thoughts. And this is absolutely insane.

I wipe my mouth and close my eyes. This is a dream. A bad dream. That's all this is. I'll wake up in a moment, and none of this will have happened. I will never have given Brian a blowjob. I will never have been strapped into a machine and been fucked from both ends for an hour. I will never have been made to take a class on how to become a girl.

But when I open my eyes again I am still here. In a flower-pattern dress. With a corset embracing me. With fake boobs hanging from my chest.

I stand up to wash my hands and look in the mirror. A pretty girl is looking back at me. And beside her, on the mirror, is a yellow post-it note. I take it and read it.

'Before tomorrow morning you are to shower and shave completely. I except legs, arms, stomach, face and ass to be completely smooth. There are razors and soothing cream in the bathroom cabinet.'

Probably a note from Green Dress. I wonder if there are more notes in my room. I exit the bathroom and look around, and I quickly spot another note on the desk. I read that too:

'Get comfortable in your room. Get acquainted with your clothes, accessories, makeup and shoes. Try some on if you'd like. You are to be in the training room tomorrow at 9. You may pick an outfit yourself. There is another note for you in your bathroom. - Mistress Marie."

Marie. That must be Green Dress. Beate said that my owner would be the one referred to as mistress, so I guess I am owned by Marie.

I sit down on the bed and close my eyes. I hear the humming noise I heard earlier. Listening carefully I notice that it's a woman speaking. Whispering. It seems to be an audio clip on repeat. I try to listen carefully what it says.

"You are a slave. You are property. Your only desire is to obey. You will submit."

I shudder. Some kind of conditioning tape. It's not going to work on me. I won't let it.

After sitting on the bed for a while, I stand up. I want to sleep. I take off the dress and lay it on the bed. I notice a laundry basket in the corner and go place the dress in it. I take off the panties and the bra too, tossing those in there too. The corset is more difficult, but after a few minutes of struggling I finally manage to get it off. It's a huge relief when it's finally off.

I try to get the fake boobs off my chest, but they're stuck. They're not going anywhere. The wig is also stuck. It hurts when I pull on it. My heart skips as I consider the possibility of the wig being glued on. There are other wigs in here, so they must except me to take this one off eventually. And if it's stuck to my head that's going to hurt a lot.

I shake the thought out. That's the least of my worries right now.

Entering the bathroom again, I get another look in the mirror. I thought I would look more like myself without the girly clothes on. But no. I have long brown hair, fake boobs and an already feminine face.

I take a long shower to try and clear my head. I shave as I've been instructed to - I'm not risking anything. The cream I was given smells nice and does sooth my newly shaven skin. After the shower I find it very difficult to deal with the long wet hair. I find a brush in the bathroom cabinet and quickly brush through the hair to get it a little more under control.

Back in my room I put on a pair of panties and then look around for nightgowns or anything else to sleep in. On one of the clothes stands I see a label saying 'night clothes'. Upon closer inspection there are several labels on the stands. 'Skirts', 'dresses', 'maid uniforms', 'whore outfits'... I stop at that one. I don't even want to take a closer look at what's hanging there. Hopefully I'll be long gone before I need to wear any of that.

I return to the night clothes and find a number of silky night dresses. I sigh and put on a blue one. It goes down nearly to my knees and it does feel nice.

I go to sleep, hoping to wake up away from this nightmare.

But I don't. I wake up at 8, an alarm blaring through my room. I need to be ready in one hour. And be at the training room, wherever that is.

I take off the night dress and put on a bra. I then look at the corset for a while, considering whether or not I need to put it on. I decide to do it, not wanting to risk another trip into the punishment room.

If taking off the corset was a struggle, I don't know what to call getting it on. It's very difficult to properly tie it up. It takes me nearly twenty minutes before it's done.

I look through the stands with clothes. I was told to pick my own outfit. I don't know what to pick. Being forced to wear dresses and skirts is humiliating enough, but making me do it all on my own is something else. I finally decide on a dark green shirt dress. It's easy to get on, with buttons on the front and a small belt to tie around my waist. I then take on the ballerina shoes from yesterday and then look over at the makeup and accessories. I don't even know where to begin here. Hopefully they're not excepting anything of me. And my hair. I don't know what to do about that either. I decide to leave it as it is.

I leave my room ten minutes before nine. I need to find the training room. I look both ways in the hallway and see a girl walking towards the common room.

"Hey!" I call out. I realise that I called out in a pretty maculine voice. If this is one of the 'girls', then she probably don't mind that. She'll probably want to use her real voice too.

The girl turns around. She has blonde hair in a ponytail and is wearing a short pleated skirt and a crop top, as well as tall pink heels.

"You really should use your girl voice." The girl says. "They have eyes and ears everywhere."

"Oh... uh. Sorry." I say, reverting to my girl voice. "Can you help me? I need to-"

"Get to training. Yeah, come on." She says and smiles.

I follow her. "Thank you... m'am?"

She smiles. "You don't have to call me that. Not yet anyway. I'm Esther."

"Stephanie." I introduce myself. "Or just Steph."

"Nice to meet you, Steph." Esther says with a big friendly smile.

She leads me down several hallways. I try to remember the route.

We make it to the end of a hallway, where two other girls are already standing. They're talking and don't seem to mind me and Esther.

Esther looks me over, then pulls out the scrunchie holding her ponytail together. She moves behind me and pulls my hair into a ponytail.

"They hate when we haven't done something with our hair." She says silently.

"Oh. I... Thanks." I stammer. "What about you? Won't they get mad at you now? With your hair not done, I mean."

Esther smiles again. "Yeah, but I've been here a while. I'm used to the punishments. I can take an hour on the machine."

I open my mouth to protest. I can't let someone else go through that for my sake. But before I can speak the door into the training room opens. Beate stands in the door, welcoming us inside.