Slave training is easy at first.

The next few days weren't what Gwenny was expecting for a sex slave like herself. She was taught cooking, cleaning and keeping herself presentable. Her costume was changed out several times, but it was always transluscent wisps of cloth. She was worked hard and quickly became proud of her skills. She even got used to the metal collar, sleeping on a carpeted floor, and being functionally naked. A few times, she almost walked out of the apartment she was staying in, forgetting about how she was dressed.

A week after she had started being trained, she woke up and something was different. Her instructors weren't there. Nonetheless, she got up, showered, changed, did her makeup and hair, cleaned the rooms and made a nice breakfast, and set it on the table. She wouldn't be eating this food; someone would bring her something to eat later.

The door opened and Gwenny quickly kneeled, eyes down.

It was a woman. Gwenny didn't recognize this person as one of her normal trainers; her stride was unfamiliar.

She had a seat, sampled the food, then spat it out and pushed the plate off onto the floor. "Slave! Look up at me!"

Gwenny looked up and saw the face of one of the women who had been assigned to "own" her. She hadn't seen them during her training and was wondering where they were.

"The breakfast was quite good, slave, but we're going to pretend it wasn't. Now it's time for your first punishment."

She smiled evily and Gwenny, still kneeling on the floor, started to back away.