Mistress woman

When I finished, I put his penis back in place and zipped up his pants. Walking over to Mom, she pushed me away with her foot.

A urinal, don't touch me. Next time, use some mouthwash. Go get the desserts, and then go to your kennel. Your bowl is waiting for you. Eat with your tongue like a good little dog, and don't get your clothes dirty.

Humiliated like never before, and yet I found in this situation a liberation I had never experienced.

I served the desserts, which they ate slowly while my stomach was crying out for food. After clearing away and washing up, I was about to go down to my new room.

Mother intercepted me.

• Teyla, you have two hours of daylight to eat and do your homework. Leave your clothes in the room so you don't get them dirty.
• Yes, Mother, I saw her look. Sorry, yes, Mistress.

I undressed in the playroom, which resembled an Inquisition chamber. I entered my room, and saw a camera that could see the toilet, the walk-in shower, the desk, and my bed. A screen lit up, and my mother appeared. I covered my nakedness with my hands, which made her smile.

• As you can see, we're watching over you. We can give you instructions at any time. Enjoy your meal and sleep well.

The screen turned off, but not the camera. I saw the bowl on the floor filled with porridge that was certainly nutritious but flavorless, barely warm, as if it had been prepared a long time ago.

I slowly knelt down, feeling the cold tile beneath my knees, and lowered my head toward the bowl. My tongue stuck to the bland dough, each bite a humiliating reminder of my place. My eyes fixed on the camera lens, I knew I was being watched, waiting for the slightest mistake.