A walk in the yard.

Not having hands, or arms, sucked, Veronica thought to herself as she lay curled up on the pet bed under Smithers' desk. If her arms had not been secured behind her back with the single glove it would have been the work of seconds for her to undo the latch on the short leash that kept her secured in place. It wasn't that she wanted to escape so much as she wanted to dash upstairs to her room and spend the rest of the day standing under a pounding hot shower.

It had been more than twenty four hours since Veronica's last shower, and for more than half of that time she'd been living with her face and chest coated with the residue from her **** oral sessions with Smithers. It was even in her hair. Her scalp crawled with revulsion at the thought of anyone seeing her like this. She couldn't remember the last time she'd gone twelve hours without a shower or a hot soaking bath and right now she'd have done pretty much anything for the chance to clean herself.

At least she wasn't starving, despite it being more than a full day since her last meal. Smithers had fed her more than enough protein to sustain her. In fact Veronica felt a bit bloated and was a bit worried that he had blown her diet all to hell by forcing far more calories down her throat than she usually consumed over the course of several days.

Veronica flinched and struggled to her knees by pressing her head against the side of the desk for leverage when she heard the door to Smithers' office open and two distinct set of steps coming inside. She fought the urge to cower against the back wall of the desk well when the office chair was pulled back and she saw Smithers' uniform pants. She would not let him see how much she dreaded the idea of more **** from him.

Smithers' face lowered into Veronica's line of sight and his nose wrinkled in distaste. "What a reek," he remarked as he reached in and undid Veronica's leash from the back wall of the desk well. "That won't do at all."

Veronica felt both shame, and anger, at his words. Shame at being in such a state, and furious anger because Smithers' was fully responsible for her current condition, and odor. Only the fact that his words seemed to indicate he was going to allow her to clean herself up kept her from venting her fury at him.

Once she was out from under the desk Veronica spotted the other person in the room. Her personal maid. The one who picked up all her discarded clothing, changed her bed, daily, and endured Veronica's temper tantrums on a regular basis. The very first thing noticed, even before taking note of the girl's identity, was her change in uniform. Previously she'd worn a basic black maid's uniform. Now her uniform consisted of a white lace ruff around her neck, concealing the sturdy leather collar it was attached to. And a small white cap on her head. That was it. Otherwise she was fully nude. Well, if you didn't count the two inch black ball gag in her mouth or the studs decorating her nipples. Or the cum leaking out of her obviously well used sex.

"Clean Miss. Veronica's bedding, Mary. Then pack it away for shipment to the new house," Smithers instructed the maid as he used Veronica's leash to lead the helpless debutant from his office. Veronica quickly realized that Mary's uniform was the new normal in the household. All the female staff were wearing something similar. Mind you most of them had their ball gags dangling around their necks as they serviced various male staff. And more than a few were bent over padded pedestals that were clearly tailor made for the purpose and getting fucked in either the cunt or ass, and in one case, spit-roasted. The pedestals had been relegated to the backstairs areas for as long as Veronica could remember, and she'd never actually seen them in use. Now there were numerous varieties scattered along the hallway and nearly all of them were in use.

Veronica honestly expected Smithers to toss her over the first unoccupied one they came across, but instead he led her down the hall at a brisk pace that **** her to trot to keep up with his long strides, causing her breasts to bounce almost painfully. She was so distracted that she at first did not take note of where they were going, until Smithers opened a set of french doors and led her out into the back yard and toward the stables.

Unlike in the house all the ground staff were males. Come to think of it most of the men using the female staff inside had been ground staff. But with no other females to draw their attention each and every male they passed as Smithers walked her toward the stables looked at her with lecherous eyes, and with pronounced bulges in their work pants. She found herself crowding close to Smithers under the heated looks from so many men. Smithers by himself had overwhelmed her with his virility. How could any girl cope with several men at the same time, all of them much younger than Smithers? Even after they had walked past the men Veronica was sure she could feel the pressure from their eyes as they watched her bare ass rock from side to side as she hurried to keep from being dragged by Smithers.

They eventually reached the stables, and in particular the wood floored enclosure where the grooms cleaned and curried the horses. Numerous scrub brushes and other implements intended to clean horses hung on the walls, as well as several neatly coiled hoses. Veronica had been so distracted by the sexual activity going on around her combined with the humiliation of being lead around like a pet, that she hadn't really taken into consideration where they were going, or why. But as Smithers secured the end of her leash to a hook hanging from the ceiling that was high enough to **** her up onto the tips of her toes she suddenly realized she was about to get her much longed for shower, but not in the way she had wished.