Scrub the floor on your hands and knees

Realizing you have **** but to obey, you begin working in earnest.

You start in one corner, washing the floor in small circular sponging motions, feeling your breasts sway back and forth heavily. A strange feeling.

Now that you have a moment alone, you take stock of the physical sensations this body is sending you. The stone feels cold under your hands and knees, but the air is warm and smells of cigars. Ever since you logged in and discovered you were female, even before you logged into this particular domain, you've felt supersensitized, hypersensitive to stimulus. Only now do you realize that that's probably coded into your Profile now, for the purpose of conditioning you.

It's amazing. Even this simple act of cleaning is pushing buttons. The position you're in - on your hands and knees, naked; the humiliation of the act itself; and the way your body seems to revel in its humiliation; all seem designed to make you feel at home in this role.

Your cunt lips feel swollen and wet. Wetter than you ever saw Sophie get, or any other of the girls you've slept with - the insides of your thighs are damp, and your lips slide against each other as if they were greased. Jesus. It's like you're permanently, continuously aroused. You want nothing more than to jerk yourself off in whatever fashion will do the job, but you're afraid you'll be caught - which only arouses you more.

How did Sophie deal with all this?

An hour later, you've managed to clean the whole floor. A valet comes to fetch you, showing you where to put the cleaning supplies.

“You'll be wanted later for coffee service. Someone will come for you. Until then, you're to wait in your room. Go south and west to the stair case, down the the ****'s quarters. You've been assigned Cell 105.”

You're beginning to think you better find a way out of here soon.