Quite early and with many new impressions for Emily

Last night at exactly midnight Emily's collar gave the alarms, waking up her after only sleeping two hours. One minute later her door bell rung and another redhead came to bring her to this mansion. Emily made the mistake to call her a bitch, which immediatly earned her a punch into her stomach and five leashes with the whip on her back. This woman was a named **** called Rose. It was only condsidered a tier 1 transgression because Rose did not introduce herself before being called a bitch, although -according to Rose- Emily should have known that, because of her obvious signs of higher status, her unshaved pussy, her prime body of 1,80 m height and her long legs, the fact that her collar and the piercings in her natural D-cup breasts, her clit and her labia were golden and - most importantly and even in the deepest night recognizable- that the other slaves treated her with much respect, not to say fear . Usually, Rose informed her, this would have been a tier 2 transgression. As further punishment Emily had to write a letter to her neighbor, that she was on vaccation, that it would be nice, if her neighbour could watch after her house and in return could use it for private purposes. Rose picked the most curious and most talkative neighbour's letterbox, to make sure that the whole neighbourhood knew about Emily's "interior design choices". In addition Emily had to spend the drive to the mansion in the trunk of the limousine, which was even more luxorious than the one the unnamed redhead used- not that it mattered much when being stored in the trunk.

It did not take too long to take the mansion, half an hour, maybe one. Difficult to say in the middle of the night and without a watch. Rose opened the trunk, guided Emily to the mansion, then ordered her to kneel on a the stone-paved path in the garden, hands on her knees. Afterwards she picked a nearby lower ranked **** maid on night duty, told her to take a whip and punish Emily every time she loses her posture or falls asleep and then left her.

" How long do we have to wait? What will happen next?" Emily asked the **** maid, but got no answer.

So she had to wait until someone came to fetch her.

In the early morning hours, -the sun was rising- slowly the garden got filled with live. In the night Emily could only see a few - around 30- **** maids. Most of them did not even enter the garden and could only be seen through some windows. During the morning many slaves crossed some nearby path or went around the path she was kneeling on. There were slaves on garden duty, slaves on window cleaning duty, slaves that pulled some huge tub into the garden, filled it with water, then fetched a large pile of clothes and did the laundry using their washboards, slaves carrying boxes from one place to another, a **** that signed a new delivery of cages, slaves with whips in their hand punishing the slow ones, slaves leading other slaves crawling on all fours on a leash and many other slaves. Next to the mansion Emily frequently sees Rose passing her sight on the racetrack training the pony slaves. She stands on a chariot-like construct swinging her whip, if the "ponies" become to slow. The "ponies" consist of 8 slaves which are almost identical in their looks, all blonde all slim and well trained to endure the physical burden and all of similar height. All got the same piercings in their breasts and clits and labias, made out of silver. Roses reins were connected to these piercings as well as the gags of every single "pony".

Then Alice finally came to pick her up. After a short talk with the **** maid, the latter one left. Then she turned to you.

" Good, morning, cunt. Welcome to your new home, bitch" Alice says.

"Temporary home" Emily refutes. Alice decides to leave this uncommented. " Was it really necessary to wake me up this early, only to let me wait for hours?"

"From this day on, you are a **** of the mansion..."

"temporary ****" Emily responds

"...so it is not your choice anymore when to sleep. You will notice that waiting will be an essential part of your new life, slut." Alice continues unfazed. "Ah what a sight" she remarks when she sees Rose and her "ponies" coming into their field of vision taking another lap.

"Shall I become a "pony"?" Emily asks Alice "Is this the fate that you have planned for me?"

"pony?" Alice asks. " Ah you mean a part of masters mighty cavalry. No. This cavalry is not only for pleasure, exercise and sports but also a part of masters representation when he meets with other slaveowners. The cavalry has to be a perfect example of discipline, order and posture. As you see all horses have the same height of 1,72 m and the same hair colour and type, in this case smooth blonde hair, but master also has a set of smooth raven black hair and a dark brown curly hair set. There is no set with tits below C-cup, all horses are well-exercised and also intellectually well-versed, so they don't make master a fool when being talked to. As you see, you fail in so many categories to be qualified for this honour. Also I have never heard of any master allowing a slut below A-grade to be part of his cavalry. After all nobody wants to be a laughing stock." she answers pointing at the fainting text on Emily's body "B-grade meat". "Which is quite a shame, because these bitches get a lot of benefits like a proper education, that gives them value beyond the age of 30 - as income slaves. Master even allows them to take classes in the university to become more intellectually refined. Their punishments usually are less harsh, because we do not want to leave permanent marks and we refrain from crippling measures that reduce their physical performance. For similar reason when not pleasing master or running laps they are not bound and are even allowed to speak freely. Something that you will learn to appreciate, especially after you already wasted 48 words of your daily 200 with unecessary talk. This does not include the words you used to insult Rose outside of this property, but includes the words you spoke to the **** maid tonight inside this property, who, unlike you, was smart enough to keep her trap shut without permission to speak. "

Emily wants to reply but then reconsiders, after hering her growling stomach. She was hungry and tired and every response would only cost her more words

Alice laughs in reaction to listening Emily's stomach growl. "Let me show you quickly around, so that we can then take our breakfast in the dining hall. You may stand up, bitch. "