Purification

They arrived in a large bathroom with black and white tiles. Their footsteps echoed, showerheads lined the walls, but Emma was led into an empty bath that could hold at least six people.

Miel positioned her at the edge.

• On her knees,

Emma obeyed, she shuddered. Miel snapped her fingers. Women arrived with metal buckets and began to gently pour them over Emma. Emma let out a small cry. The water was icy cold, ice cubes floated on the surface.

Emma obeyed, she shuddered. Miel snapped her fingers. Women arrived with metal buckets and began to gently pour them over Emma. Emma let out a small cry. The water was icy cold, ice cubes floated on the surface.

The shock of the icy liquid made every muscle in her body tense. Her skin instantly prickled, violent shivers running down her spine as the water trickled down her shoulders, tracing icy paths between her trembling breasts.

It lasted an eternity, until the bath was full and the water reached her breasts. Honey had undressed and began to wash her with his bare hands or with ice cubes, all the way to her vagina and anus.

Miel's fingers were deft, cold, and methodical, tracing firm circles on Emma's skin, leaving no part of her body untouched by this icy cleansing.

She took a loofah and began to rub her breasts, her back, her thighs. It was both exciting and painful. Emma began to moan and squeal.

• Shh, or you will be punished.

Emma squeezed her eyes shut, a shiver running down her spine as the horsehair glove bit into her flushed skin. Honey's fingers lingered on the sensitive curve beneath her breasts, rubbing more slowly when a moan escaped her.

• "I told you to be quiet," Honey murmured, suddenly pressing an ice cube against the hollow of her hip. The bite of the cold **** a stifled gasp from Emma, her nails digging into her own thighs.

A man who had remained in the shadows appeared and silently questioned Honey with a stern look.

• Mother doesn't want anyone to touch her until her interview, but she'll be yours afterward.

He nodded and returned to the shadows.

Emma shuddered, her gaze fixed on the whip attached to the guard's belt.

Honey's fingers continued their relentless work, the horsehair glove scraping the sensitive skin of her hips, leaving behind a stinging heat that contrasted cruelly with the icy water.

Once finished, Honey led her into a room where a cool but dry wind blew. She was tied by the handles to columns and her feet to chains, leaving her completely open, both up and down.

• Not a word, you are being watched and judged.

With a nod, she pointed to the giant mirrors that covered the walls. Honey left, leaving her naked, wet, completely exposed to his gaze, of which she could see nothing through the one-way mirrors.

Emma remained suspended between the columns, her still damp skin quivering in the blast of cold air. The metal chains bit into her ankles, each tiny movement making the rings creak against the icy tiles. She first felt a trickle of sweat run down the back of her neck before the wind immediately evaporated it.

Behind the one-way mirrors, a muffled rustling reached her, unsympathetic words exchanged, threats of the cruelest punishment. She didn't know how long she remained exposed like this when finally Miel returned, did her hair and makeup perfectly, hers did the same, while the other shaved her pubic area and waxed her body hair, sparing only her already perfectly shaved head.

Emma had never done this before; it was difficult for her not to moan at the effect of the razor on her pubic area. When Miel was satisfied with the result, she put on the collar, fastened with a small padlock, made her put on the corset, which was so tight that Emma almost lost her breath, and then the same long skirt was put on her.