First the showers then the salon

Erika and Derek take you to a seperate room. It is tiled in white and shower heads are attached at intervals of one meter. That must be the shared shower. The image involuntarily appears in your head as you are encircled, held and lathered by three men. Unlike the cells, the shower is brightly lit. Perhaps it is too dangerous for lord Alexander to let his people in such a slippery environment without light.

You already know what will happen next but it is still a shock when a stream of cold warer hits your naked skin. You scream and try to flee but Derek holds you in his stron arms. Erika rubs you with a flower-scented soap and hums quietly to yourself as if she would tone it regularly.

"Relax," Derek says and embraces you tight, "just chill a bit. The more you struggle the longer we need."

You try to calm down but the cold water makes it not really easy. However you feel protectet in Dereks strong arms and Erikas gently rubbing feels also very comfy at your sore skin. After the short but cold shower Erika holds you while Derek takes a towel and rubs you dry. You can't help but thimk he spends a Little to much time in the area between your legs.

Now that you are clean and dry you think Erika and Derek will let you go. But they are not done. Derek Forces you to a Chair and ties you Hands up. You already stopped complaining and just let it happen. Erika goes behind you starts to comb your hairs. Derek meanwhile takes measurements from your Body. Especially your belly, legs, breasts and arms but to your surprise also from your neck. When Derek leavey you wordless you notice that Erika is very good with your hair.

"Thats beautyful," you comment, "do you were a hair stylist back in germany?"

"No, but I had a little sister who always wanted to play with me," Erika explains, "and now keep quite or I can't work. Then I would have to tell the guards you were naughty and they should punish you."

"Choose a hand," Derek suddenly says and hides two things behind his back so you can't see them. You didn't noticed him come back.

"Well … left?" you say unsure.

"Good choice," Derek says and shows you that in his left hand is a black leather collar, "until you leave us you are **** number 032. By the way in the other hand was number 005."

Derek tosses the other collar away and carefully places the coller withe the number 032 around your neck. You shiver a bit in excitement when the collar closes and is locked with a tiny padlock. You are now officially a **** to lord Alexanders guests. You Maybe should feel frightened but Right now you are just proud of yourself.

"Yes, you are a brave girl," Derek tells you as if he had read your mind and gently caresses your arm, "and a beauty too. The guests will love you. Ready for your first appearance?"

"Appearance?" you ask shocked, "stop! Wait a moment! I'm supposed show myself to stangers like this?"

"That's right," Erika wispers in your ear, "they are all waiting for you in the salon. And if we make them wait to long we all get spanked. Turst me this ceremony is your the last step into slavery. Everyone will examine you. With hands. Some probably want to fuck you directly. But that's forbidden. Tonight is the last time you're enjoying puppy protection. And that makes the guys much hornier. Afterwards you will never be frightened about being naked in public. And since you took all the pain in the playroom it should be a minor problem."

You make a few poor attempts to escape the grips of Erika and Derek but in the end you know it is pointless. They are stronger and you secretly want it to happen. You may be nervous but in the end nobody you know will be present. And it is what you always wanted. Being the worthless **** of a bunch of high society People. And worthless slaves have to be naked to show their low status compared to their masters. Your Ex-boyfreind also kept you naked for whole weekands. So you follow your new freinds more or less willingly up in the second floor. On the way you meet a few guards who smile at you knowing that you are at their mercy for the next days. When you are in front of a huge, decorated double door you take a last deep breath.

"Good luck," Erika says with a cheering smile before opening the door, "you will need it."