In the facility?

Katelyn slowly stirred. She tentatively opened her eyes, but bright lights shined down on her and she quickly had to raise her hand to cover her face.

“At least my arms are free.”

She let her eyes adjust for a second, then opened them again and took stock. She was in a small bed, not much larger than a cot. The bed, her covers, the walls, and every other surface in the room were a blinding hospital white. The lights overhead were almost like the noon sun. The bed was against the long edge of the room, with a door to her right and a mirrored wall to her left. Katelyn sat up and swung her legs down to the floor, which was thankfully warm. None of her things, including her clothes, were anywhere in sight. The collar and cuffs remained, however. Katelyn had hoped that her whole incident with the chair had been nothing but a wild dream, but no such luck. Wait, the chair? That wasn’t correct. The chair had been two days ago. Right? But it ‘felt’ like last night.

“Hello?” Katelyn asked the mirror. Her stomach was growling and she was willing to risk…whatever if they might give her some food. “Anyone?”

There was no response, so Katelyn got up and looked around the room. Something in her brain was telling her it was off, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. It was like searching for a word on the tip of your tongue, always so close but out of reach.

The door slid open unexpectedly and Katelyn whirled around at the click-clack of stiletto heels.

The woman who entered had a stern look, but Katelyn detected a softness underneath. Like a teacher who walked a hard edge for the sake of her students. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her lips were small but kind of cute. She wore an immaculate black power suit and an extremely expensive purse. Katelyn was instantly jealous of how put-together she looked.

“Hello Subject K, you have had your nap now, do you feel better?” Katelyn recognized the voice from…where? Surely the night with the chair, but…?

“I suppose, Proctor.”

“Good, it seems you remember the rules.” She smiled, and Katelyn felt a small surge of pride. She did remember something! “What else do you remember?”

“From last night?” The woman’s eyebrow raised, but she didn’t speak. So Katelyn continued. “I…called a number and it gave me directions to…a warehouse. When I went inside, I realized - well, you told me - that I had broken the rules. And I needed to be punished for that. So you made me pass all my clothes and my phone into a box until I was completely naked and exposed. Then I put on these cuffs,” Katelyn hold out her wrists, “and they locked me into the Chair so we could begin the Process.”

“And that’s all?” She asked. Katelyn could tell by the way she asked that there was more. There was obviously more, someone had carried her here. But no matter how hard she searched her brain it didn’t come up.

“That’s all, Proctor.”

“Interesting. I would have thought you’d remember the thunderous orgasm. It nearly broke the scale.” The woman smiled. Katelyn blushed furiously. She did remember that. She remembered the deft fingers of the shorter Indian woman. Wait? Indian woman ?When did she come in to this? It was all in the chair. …Right?

“Where am I?” Katelyn asked. It might have been too bold, but the woman did not seem surprised.

“I thought you remembered the rules? Attach this and walk with me.” The woman pulled out a leash from her purse, with one end being in a metal cross about 6” tall and across. Katelyn held it to her collar and then tapped her cuffs to the side. The feel of the cuffs securing against the lead was strangely familiar.

“Have I earned any clothes?” Katelyn asked. She immediately questioned herself why she phrased it that way, but the woman didn’t seem surprised.

“Not yet, Subject K. We keep the Facility at a high temperature to keep you relatively comfortable, but you should expect to be stripped more often than not. Besides, you will come to prefer it that way.” Katelyn couldn’t really argue with that. The Facility was pretty warm. It made her wonder how the woman was able to stay so well-kept in a full suit. Katelyn quickly wondered what she looked like under the suit, and had to beat back a quick desire to ask. Wrong time.

The woman led Katelyn through the corridors by the leash. Katelyn followed along obediently, recognizing that the time for questions would come later. Katelyn was led past several male guards in white jumpsuits, complete with full face masks. Most of them didn’t react, but one turned as she approached. Kate smiled at him and she blushed as he quickly pinched her ass while she walked by. Why did she do that? She asked herself. He seemed nice, and it was the polite thing to do, Katelyn concluded. Not weird at all.

One of the doors opened into what appeared to be an office, but a totally unusual one. The floor was covered in grass, which felt real grass under her bare feet, and plants grew along all of the walls. In the center of the room was an oak desk and chair like you’d see in any office, but the effect was like working in a forest clearing. The smell of leaves and greenery was remarkably fresh compared to the rather stale air of the remainder. Katelyn took a long inhale of the fresher air, it was like a quick trip to the park. The woman strapped Katelyn’s wrists above her head.

“Call me Proctor Black,” She said, as she dropped down in the chair behind her desk.

“I saw you smiling at the guard in the hall as we passed.”

“Do I know him?” Katelyn asked, “He was the only one to look at me.” Katelyn was a little disappointed by that. Why?

“Possibly,” The woman shrugged, “You’ve shared a lot of photos online. He probably pleasured himself to it at least once. How does that make you feel, to meet a ‘fan’, so to speak?”

Katelyn blushed all over again. But the heat wasn’t limited to her cheeks, and telling by the woman’s face, it was pretty obvious.

“No need to answer that one, K. Your face tells the story, even if the sensors didn’t.” Proctor Black leaned back, looking thoughtful. “Should I invite him into my office?”

“Wait, what?” Katelyn stammered, “I just smiled at him, it’s nothing. We don’t need to do that. I’m fine. Please no, Proctor.” Inside though, her body was growing more excited at the possibility.

“Is that really how you feel, K?”