RELUCTANT PRESS

"These are the clothes that you will wear to bed each night unless there is an outfit that Lucy would rather have you wear," Martha explained. "Your clothes are divided between Lucy's room and this closet and dresser. Tomorrow, we will begin your slave girl training and you will learn more about your duties as Lucy's body slave. Now, get into bed, Cathy. I want you to be well-rested in the morning."

I climbed into the small bed, noticing that the sheets had been changed to satin. Martha tucked me in, turned off the light and locked my door. It took awhile before I was finally able to sleep, and dreamed I was a mannequin in a store window who was constantly having her clothes changed.

Martha woke me the next morning, saw to my toilette, then took me down to Dr. Omar's office where I received my usual round of eight shots, two pills and an electrolysis session.

Today, Dr. Omar finished removing the hair on my legs and did a little work on my chest. I noticed that my breasts were slightly swollen and that they felt rather tender around the nipples.

Martha took me back to my room and supervised as I dressed in the outfit she wanted me to wear. It was a little sailor ensemble with plain white nylon panties, white pantyhose, white pumps, a short, white skirt that fell to the tops of my thighs and a white blouse with a blue striped sailor collar. A blue bow was put into my blonde curls on the right side of my head and I was taken to Lucy's room to tend to her morning needs.

I brushed out Lucy's hair and was shown how to put it up in a ponytail. I helped her to dress in an outfit just like mine.

Then Lucy left for breakfast and school while I put away her nightgown and made up her bed.

Martha took me back to the slave level and I began my first classes in the skills the slave girls were required to know. First was belly dancing, then came sewing, followed by dressmaking, cooking, meal planning, household chores, baby care, and lastly, a class in which I was the only pupil.

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