I was taken to a waxing area and fully depilated from the chin down. Large ball gags were placed in every slave’s mouth as we walked in the door, and removed as we left. Slaves who attempted to speak around the gag were also outfitted with a chinstrap and full-face hood, so I didn’t attempt to communicate in any way. Once again, the person who handled me was methodical and professional, and she hurt me no more or less than the job required.
A tiny, soft-spoken woman was waiting when I was finally pointed towards the door. I was certain she was older than me, but she was so small — barely taller than me, and certainly thinner. She gently removed my gag, dropped it in a bin with other gags I assumed would be cleaned and reused, and delicately asked me to follow her.
She was naked with a slave collar, but I didn’t try to speak to her, and she remained quiet until we entered a room with a bath. I was used to being in a large bathing area with lots of other slaves, and I wasn’t sure what to think of the small, private room.
She pointed to a bar hanging to the side of the bathing area. “Please grab the bar? This won’t be pleasant right after you were waxed, but it can’t be helped.” She turned some knobs and soothing music filled the room. “If you don’t like my choice of music, let me know and we’ll select something else.”
It felt like she used oiled sand, though I suppose it could’ve been sugar or salt. At any rate, it seemed as if she sanded the top layer of skin off my entire body while I stood with my arms over my head, hanging on for dear life. Only what was inside my cunny lips, mouth, ears, nose, and eyes were avoided. When she’d done everything except my shoulders and arms, she had me let go with one arm so she could work on it, and then had me swap arms.
When I finally sank into the warm water, I was all pink and red.
“Have you been in Her Majesty’s castle long?” I asked.
“I have. The hard part’s over with, now it’s time to relax. Close your eyes and let the warm water work its magic.”
My head had been shaved regularly as a child, so there was no need to waste time washing or brushing my hair. It’d been allowed to grow out before I took on my official sex slave duties, but no one had ever washed my hair for me. I had absolutely no feelings around the enema or depilation processes. I was an object being prepared for use. It was routine. However, having my hair washed felt decadent. Wrong.
The other slave was patient with me, but it was clear she wasn’t used to having to give so many directions. Eventually, I figured out how to relax my head and neck so she could move my head while she washed, conditioned, and rinsed my hair.
My emotions were a strange mix while I was catered to. The pleasure parlor had given us enemas, kept us waxed, and trimmed our hair when the ends were uneven, but we’d been responsible for our hair, makeup, and nails — and failing to keep ourselves maintained to standards meant we didn’t get the next meal.
My most recent Master’s slave-manager had expected us to help each other with anything we couldn’t handle on our own. I’d helped the other girls with their enemas, but had preferred to take care of my own without assistance. No one had ever drawn a bath for me before, asked about my music preference, or washed my hair.
The most bizarre treatment was yet to come though, because a masseuse rubbed me down and oiled me everywhere, and then a stylist gave me an incredible updo while someone trimmed my toenails and shaped my fingernails. She put a clear coat over the top of my lavender and green swirled nails, and even made an offhand comment about how much the Queen liked my nails, and how Her Majesty had made a note not to hide the natural colors with polish.
Finally, I was taken to a doctor, who listened to my heart and lungs, examined every inch of my skin, looked inside my cunny and ass with a speculum, counted my teeth, peered in my ears, felt around on my stomach, mashed and poked at my breasts and nipples, and asked me lots of questions about my general health.
“Today’s exam was a formality, of course,” he told me when he finished. “Her Majesty checked you out and her magic would’ve told her if there were problems. You’ve been fed fruit and nuts throughout the day while you were prepared for Her Majesty, and while we can offer dinner, I’d advise you to turn it down unless you’re especially hungry. Her Majesty is likely to test you this evening, to see how much you can take. It’ll be easier on an empty stomach.”
“I had so much to eat for lunch — I didn’t eat much of what was provided for snacks. I’m fine, Sir, and thank you for the advice.”
“One of your responsibilities here is to let people know if you’re in need of something. You’ll let one of the grooms, maids, or guards know if you’re thirsty or hungry. If you’re terribly thirsty and one isn’t around, you’ll let whoever’s using you know — even if it’s the Queen. If you’re sick or injured, you’ll let someone know right away — groom, maid, guard, another slave, castle employee, or even Her Majesty. You’re the property of the Queen, and she’ll punish you severely for not taking care of her property.”
“I understand, Sir. Thank you.”
“Unless they’re given a pass by Her Majesty or me, all slaves are required to run with the pony slaves at least three times a week. The trainer may also assign weight training or other calisthenics, totally at his discretion. I understand you’ve had extensive yoga training and you’re quite flexible. We don’t currently have a yoga teacher on the staff, so don’t be surprised if you’re asked to teach a class to the other pleasure slaves, and possibly some employees.”
I must’ve looked shocked at the idea of teaching a freeperson, and he patted my bare leg. “Don’t fret. Protocol will be explained, should you be required to teach.”
There’s so much to learn when you’re sold to a new owner, and this castle was huge. I was terrified I’d screw up without meaning to, and it was important Her Majesty knew how badly I wanted to please her. “Where are the pony stables, Sir? How will I know when to go or who to report to?”
“When Her Majesty is finished with you tomorrow morning, you’ll be handed off to a groom. They’ll see to it you’re fed and bathed, and you can speak with them about your daytime schedule. Your first days will be hectic, but you’ll soon be assigned your own groom, and Her Majesty will decide the best use of her new acquisition. Much will be expected of you, but you’ll be taken care of.”
The doctor nodded to someone behind me. “She’s ready for Her Majesty, but please see she gets some juice before you take her.”
Chapter Four
Little One
The same tiny girl who’d walked me to the baths came to get me, though she wore a thin shift and was no longer nude. I followed her through the castle without asking where she was taking me.
“I’m Nissa,” she told me, slowing until I walked beside her. “I have three pleasure slaves under my care at this time, and I sometimes have as many as five. Since this is the second time I’ve been asked to assist ye, there’s a chance ye’ll be assigned to me.”
Her voice was full of the lilting, musical notes of the wee folk from the mountains to the north. I could listen to her talk all day.