A filthy hovel

They lead you through the blackness across stone paths and through a garden. At one point, your master roughly drags you down into a prickly bush and orders you to stay still.

They eventually lead you to a castle drain and **** you to walk in the freezing, knee-deep water. You are barely aware of your surroundings, most of your attention is on not tripping which is difficult with your heels, blindfold and bondage. As you walk the water grows deeper soon it is brushing against your shaved slit. Every splash of cold water on your exposed and sensitive cunt makes you want to cry out.

At one point they hide you again. This time, they drag you under the water and hold you for a minute while the new threat passes.

After exiting the water they lead you across packed earth, probably one of the side streets but you have been so focused on walking you have no idea. They stop at their destination and say "wait here slut," before you hear an old wooden door open and close.

You wait there in the cold dripping wet (in more ways than one). You shiver in the cold for a few moments until you decide to make the best of your situation you carefully wander around and find a post, that you begin rubbing yourself on.

As you masturbate in the middle of some unknown side-street, you begin to think about your outfit. Your lovely stockings have probably gotten dirty from the trip. Would they make you wash them? You had preformed several cleaning duties; it started with you licking cum of the floor. But now it was common for you to have a soiled rag in your mouth dragging it across the floor with your masters cock in your upturned ass. They even had a special dildo ended broom that you used in strict bondage.

Your daydreaming is interrupted by your master saying "such a slut." He leads you inside, and without warning gives three hard slaps to your dripping cunt. Lighting bolts of pain shoot out from your crotch. As you double over in pain he asks "did I give you permission to masturbate?"

"No Master" you whimper "thank you for the lesson, Master." Only recently had they instituted the 'no masturbating without permission' rule and you still forget about it, sometimes on purpose.

He removes the blindfold and your bondage before ordering you to strip. As you do he encourages you by spanking your round ass.

With your blindfold removed, you take in your surroundings. It is a filthy room probably a storage hut. There is a tub of murky brown liquid and a few pieces of junk scattered around. Your Mistress is nowhere to be seen.

Now naked your master rubs some sort of cream into your face, and roughly bathes you in the tub with unknown liquid. He isn't gentle like the times he bathes you after a session instead treating you like the **** girl you are.

After about a half hour of being pushed around like a piece of meat he shows you yourself in a dirty mirror. Your face is slightly different but still beautiful. Its a little thinner giving you the look of a **** wench. There must have been a kind of dye in the mystery liquid; your skin is now a little tanned and your hair brunette. "Do you like your new look cocksleave? Don't worry, if I mixed the chemicals properly, it should start to wear off in three days and be gone by seven.

"I wasn't able to hide your voice, so you probably shouldn't say anything. It isn't like anyone will care what a debtor says. Oh yes you are going to be our indentured servant you will have to earn fifty silver for us. You may remember her majesty legalized it two months ago, despite some advisers warning it was nothing more than slavery. But you will have some rights something like: a meal once a day, six hours of sleep a night... Ah it doesn't matter, not as if you will be in a position to file a complaint."

You feel you fear rising and say "Edgard, I, I don't know if-- ahhhh" you are cut off by him twisting your nipple.

"You will call me Master and do what we say! Your Mistress is out right now securing work, so you can earn money for us." He is still twisting your nipple. "You will do whatever work you are assigned and once you have earned enough money you will be set free to return to us."

"As you command master" you squeak out, bent awkwardly to reduce the pain in your nipple.

As you get dressed in your corset and stockings, your mind races with fear, so much can go wrong. What if you can't earn enough money to return? Will your disguise work long enough? You won't be able to talk. You don't even know what kind of humiliating work you'll be doing. Will you be assigned to a brothel? farm? tavern? You desperately want to masturbate.