A Morning Visitor

I lay down on the bed, with my laptop open. It's early, maybe seven or eight in the morning. I don't even want to deal with getting ready for the day. Makeup, getting dressed? If only there was some form of entertainment to keep my occupied. I smile like a cat and open up my laptop to the feed from the cameras and microphones downstairs. What better way to start the day then with a check in on my little project.

My maid walks down the steps carrying a large bag. I had her wearing her backless maid dress today, since that way the whip lines from last night's play session would still be visible. Cassie, meanwhile, was hanging in her chains, seemingly asleep. Every now and then she would twitch like a sleeping dog, and once I caught her mouthing something that looked quite a bit like one of the phrases being fed to her sleeping brain via the headphones. Perfect. Just Perfect.

My maid leans close and plants a hand on her cheek. After a few seconds, Cassie's eyes flutter open. As soon as they do, you hear her let out a long groan. Guess she wanted to wake up somewhere else. After that my maid leans up to grab the headphones, but Cassie decides to try squirming a bit in her bonds. It takes a few tries to even get the headphones off. They clatter to the stone floor of my beautiful beautiful dungeon.

"I'm sorry to wake you," She says to Cassie. "Mistress ordered me to wake you and prepare you. In a moment I'm going to let you down, but I was told to inform you that the door locked when I entered and only mistress can open it. If you consider harming me or yourself then the knockout gas in the ceiling will stop you."

"Besides," her voice turns lighter, sweeter. Cassie eyes her wearily. "I know you must be tired and feeling gross. And your arms have to be sore by now. I'm just going to give you a little bath, so will you promise not to resist?"