A Degrading Bathing

That night in Marla's cage, Lisa slept soundly. She dreamed of strange and confusing things. Had she been asked in the morning, she wouldn't have been able to recite them.

Her first peak of wakefulness came with a crack of light entering the cage. But, not so much to keep her awake. Then came the sound of speaking. Lisa sighed to herself and the smooth confident sound of a woman's voice. But, that was not enough to keep her awake either. Soon she drifted back to sleep.

What finally woke her for the day was the closet door opening. She yawned and smiled, expecting to see Marla's face looking down at her. But, it was someone else.

The woman was blond and seemed to be in her mid-30s. Clearly she was still very much a beauty. The dress she wore was a skimpy number that looked close to what an old timey maid might wear. Bonet and everything. Lisa's eyes settled on the solid steel collar around her neck. There was a name tag on it, but Lisa couldn't read it from her vantage point.

The maid put her hands to her hips forcefully. Only now did Lisa realize she had a riding crop in hand.

"Up. Up lazy beast." The woman hissed in a french accent. The door of the cage opened.

Lisa adopted a posture with her head lowered and crawled out of the cage to meet the maid.

"I-" Lisa started. But, she was stopped by the sudden strike of the crop on her rear end. A gasp shot from her lips.

"Don't speak. Never speak." The woman hissed. That was right, wasn't it? Lisa wasn't supposed to speak anymore.

Lisa was groggy as she followed by the heels of the maid. Every so often she let out a little whimper, but the maid's pace was steady. Clearly, where they were going was not information that Lisa needed to know.

The location seemed to be some kind of bath. There were all kinds of pools and warms team rose from them. But, the Maid's destination was some kind of table. Lisa was directed on top of the table and told to stay on all fours.

Now, the maid took her turn undressing. Lisa couldn't help staring. After last night, it was like a secret part of herself was unlocked. How could she see such a beautiful woman and not stare. Her mouth hang down dumbly.

She was so zoned out gawking that she hardly noticed the maid returning with a bucket and scrub brush. But, the hard bristles soon awoke her from her miniature trance. The maid showed no mercy as she ruthlessly cleaned her entire body.

"Filthy. FIlthy. Filthy." The maid sighed.

The brush even went between Lisa's legs. She gasped at the sudden rush of stimulation. Her cheeks flushed. Not even her parents had ever cleaned her this way before. But, still she obediently held pose. That's what Marla would want her to do...

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