The following morning

You are awoken the following morning by a painful kick to the stomach.

"Wake up, virgin."

You look up groggily to see the fuzzy shape of Hannah stood over you...a shape that suddenly becomes clear when she slides your glasses back onto your face.

"T-thank you, mistress," you stammer as you scramble to your bare feet.

The hard, uncomfortable cellar floor has left your whole body aching, but you make sure to keep your complaints to yourself.

You blink furiously as you emerge into the bright kitchen stifling a yawn as your eyes, still burning after yesterday's exertions, slowly adjust.

As you surveyed the damage Hannah's friends had caused, you realised that she was speaking to you.

"...I'm going out for the day, but I've left you a list of chores I expect to be finished by the time I return." She smirks as your stomach rumbles loudly. "You stink, virgin. Clean yourself off and then you can have some breakfast."

You immediately turn your bare feet to travel upstairs, but Hannah moves to block your way.

"Where do you think you're going? You can shower outside."

Reluctantly, you shuffle outside to discover that the "shower" was no more than a shower head connected to the wall; there wasn't even any sort of screen or curtain for privacy! After checking that you were out of sight of Hannah, you wriggled out of your ruined outfit and realised that Hannah had a point. You were covered in dirt, grease, sweat and dried ****.

You pressed the button...but immediately jumped back with a shriek as the cold water hit your skin! Unfortunately, it didn't appear that the water was going to warm up, so gritting your teeth, you **** yourself underneath the freezing deluge.

xxx

Switching off the shower, you shiver violently and reach for your glasses, pushing them back onto your face. You notice that your uniform is missing...replaced by a towel. You scoop it up and excitedly wrap it around your cold, wet body, blushing slightly when you realise how small it is. Arms settling around your torso, you shuffle back into the house.

Hannah has gone, leaving a note behind, but you're so hungry you pour yourself a bowl of cereal before sitting down to read it:

Samantha (virgin),

I've gone out for the day, but I expect you to complete the following chores before I get back. If you do them well, I may consider giving you something else to wear other than that cute dress.

Your eyes go wide as you read down the list. That was a LOT of tasks for one person to complete, especially in a house this large.

But it was the two lines at the bottom that filled you with dread.

P.S. I wouldn't bother looking for clothes, if I'd wanted my virgin to wear something, I would have left it out for you.

P.P.S. someone will be coming round later, so be sure to let them in.

You begin to panic when you hear a knock on the door.

You were soaking wet, bare foot and dressed only in a small, damp towel...and you had to answer the door!

As the knocking became more insistent, you look around hopelessly for something to wear, but there is nothing. Hopping off the chair and padding to the front door, you readjust your towel to try and cover as much skin as possible.

Taking a deep breath, you unbolt and open the door...