Processing Room

Maisie walked through the door. There behind a desk sat a beautiful looking redhead with deep green eyes. She couldn't have been any older than twenty-five, or at least that's what Maisie guessed. She looked up at Maisie and motioned for her to take a seat. Maisie walked across the room, and sat down in a chair in front of the desk. "What's this all about?" she asked. The redheaded beauty looked up at her from her computer screen, and held a finger up to her mouth to tell her to be quiet.

Maisie sat there quietly for what felt like hours. It was only a few minutes, but she was cold, naked, scared, and very worried. The redhead finally finished what she was working on, and gave her full attention to Maisie. "Full name, please" she ordered in a kind and polite manner.

"Maisie" she answered. "Maisie Williams."

"Stand up and turn around for me" came the redhead's next order. Maisie did as she was told. She slowly turned around, exposing every inch of her naked body to the redhead. "That's enough" said the redhead. "You may sit down. It seems you have no physical deformities, or distinguishing marks. In fact, your body looks perfect. You could use some help in the breast area, but there are a lot of people around who like B cups. You have a nicely rounded and athletic looking ass, and your hips were made for being pregnant. You're a beautiful specimen anyone would be happy to own."

"Own?" Maisie blurted out in surprise. "What do you mean own?"

"Well Miss Williams, since you disobeyed the Master of the House, you've become a house pet, a ****. My job is to process you, and assign you a new name or number. I will also instruct you on your behavior. As long as you behave, you will be treated well. But if you refuse to behave, you will be taken below for training until you learn how to behave. Do I make myself clear?"

Maisie stood up, and looked around the room. She spotted cameras in each corner. "Okay the joke's over. Who's behind this? It's gone far enough."

"I can assure you Miss Williams, this is no joke." The redhead looked at her with dead seriousness.

Maisie sat back down, defeated. "All this because I sucked some guy's dick, and I can't even remember who it was, or that I did it?" She took a deep breath. "You're all crazy if you think I'm going to do what you say willingly from this moment on. I want to go home. Right now!"

The redhead sighed, and stood up. "I expected as much from you. I was hoping not, but you're a stubborn bitch who needs to learn a lesson. Now at her full height, which had to be at least six feet if not more, the Amazon came around the desk, and picked up a riding crop. She hauled Maisie up by the collar, and forcibly threw her over the desk. "Now you're going to learn that you are in a position to demand nothing. And i am in a position to grant nothing." She raised the riding crop over Maisie's bare ass, and brought it down against her taught, soft ass flesh.

Maisie howled in pain. "All right! All right! I get the message!" she quickly exclaimed. "Please, no more!"

The redheaded Amazon grabbed Maisie by the hair, and tossed her back into the chair. She leaned against the edge of the desk in front of Maisie. "I should have given you more, but it's your first time. Just know this. Punishments are severe, but rewards are very special." She put the riding crop down, and walked around the desk and sat down. "Now that we've got that out of the way, we can continue."

"Could I at least know who I'm talking to?" Maisie asked timidly, tears still streaking down her face.

The redhead smiled. "You may call me Madam Josette. I am one of the Master's many trainers. I will be your trainer, your instructor, your mother, your father, and whoever else you can think of while you are here."

"Who is the Master?" Maisie had to ask out of curiosity.

"The Master is the one who brought you here. She doesn't like to be called Mistress. Miss is acceptable, but never Mistress."

"May I ask why?" Maisie knew she was probably pressing her luck, but she may as well learn as much about the people around here as she could, while she had the chance.

"Short answer" Josette began. "She looks at a Mistress as someone who gets themselves involved with married men, and not what she has aspired to become. A Mistress to her is a man's toy, and she is definitely no one's toy. She is a very hard and stern woman who always gets what she wants."

"So why did she want me?" Maisie pressed on.

"That's like asking why does a sculptor take a lump of clay, and make something beautiful out of it. She saw something in you she liked. Whether you realize it or not, you have a unique opportunity here to be sculpted into something more beautiful than you are now. She met you at the party you were at, though no doubt you don't remember it. I know because I was with her. You're the one who gave her your phone number, willingly, I might add."

Maisie sat there for a few moments, trying to remember what happened the night before. All she could draw was a blank. But this had to be true. How else would Master know how to get a hold of her? What had she said to Master, or Madam Josette for that matter, that made them think she was in need of being sculpted? This is the last time I black out at a party, she thought to herself. "I only wish I could remember what we talked about" Maisie found herself saying out loud.

"I can tell you the most important part" Josette offered. "It was about your lack of self control, and how you felt you needed to learn control. To learn how to control, one must be willing to submit to control. Who do you think cleaned you up after you gave all those boys at the party blow jobs?"

"You and Master cleaned me up?" Maisie asked rather sheepishly.

"Yes, we did. Then we drove you home, and put you to bed after you gave us your phone number. Last night you really wanted this. People usually say what they really feel when they're under the influence. Other than that, people are more like closed books. They'd rather live a lie, and bury their real desires and their demons where no one can find them. You have a desire to be controlled. You have a desire to change your life. We can do that for you. The Master loves you. She sees what can be."

The last of Maisie's defenses broke down, and she began to cry silently to herself. Maybe she didn't want this when she was sober, but she realized now she might actually need it. She took a deep breath and sighed. her voice softened, and she relaxed, no longer afraid. "So what's next? What do you need me to do?"

"The next step is to laser tattoo your number on the back of your neck. It will be like a bar code. It will identify you to other Doms and Dominatrixes that you are Master's property. Your new name will be Pearl. You are to forget Maisie Williams, and become Pearl, for you are worth a great price to us."

Maisie found herself touched by those words. She never considered herself worth anything more than a good blow job or quick fuck. But there it was. Josette and Master thought she was priceless.