No Questions

"No, I'm okay. Thank you Jezebel." I answer to which she simply nods and departs from the chamber, leaving me alone for the first time since my arrival here.

I immediately collapse onto my back on top the small bed. The creakiness of the old springs in the firm mattress echo throughout the small chamber when I bounce off of it. For a few minutes I lay in silence, reflecting on this horrible situation that I have gotten involved in. My head aches from the sheer amount of information I've had to process today. Unfortunately my moment of privacy does not seem to last for very long.

The sound the electric lock on the glass door being activated stirs my attention. It's the Head Mistress along with another girl behind her. Immediately, I assume that she is Ophelia, the girl who Jezebel had referred to when she brought me here. The door twists open and in steps Head Mistress Rose with Ophelia, completely naked and standing next to her side. My attention is instantly grabbed by Ophelia.

Based off of looks alone I can tell that she is younger than myself, possibly only 18 or 19. She has pouty red lips which curl into a delightful smile, big captivating blue eyes, long eyelashes and a button nose. She looks too innocent to be mixed up in a place like this. Her lusciously silky hair is of a dark burgundy shade reaching down towards where her bra line would be if she was wearing one. Her rather small but well shaped breasts are each capped with coin sized areolas and puffy pink nipples. My eyes also can't help but notice her clean shaven crotch with the barest hint of labia peeking out from between her legs.

"Ah, Sara... Glad to see that you're adjusting to your new living quarters." Mistress Rose says as she notices me sitting up in the bed. I stumble to my feet to greet them.

"This is Ophelia." She announces, gesturing with her hand.

Ophelia offers a friendly smirk and a shy wave with her hand while staying silent.

"I'm sure that Jezebel has already informed you of your living conditions, so I wont bother with repeating it. Along with that, I have decided that Ophelia here will be helping you adjust to your new life as one of my slaves. She will join you in your first week of training to ensure your success. The transition can be challenging for new slaves but just remember that your failures will reflect on her, Sara. Best that you keep that in mind."

"I understand." I answer, knowing that any questions I ask will probably be deflected.

"Good, and one last thing before I leave, Sara..." She adds, her lips curling into a smile.

I focus my attention to her, unsure of what else she would need.

"Your clothes. You won't be needing them anymore."

"My clothes?" I question.

"I believe I was clear in what I said. Yes, your clothes. Slaves only wear what their masters provide for them. Now strip."

I hesitantly pause while I consider if I am actually going to strip down in front of them. Mistress Rose seems to be reveling in this moment as she smiles a slightly devious grin with her arms folded across her chest, expectantly. My eyes glance towards Ophelia who stands silently next to her. She seems to eye me with a pitied expression.

"Go on now..." my new Mistress repeats.