Alone With Ophelia

Ophelia and I stand silently while Mistress Rose leaves. When she is gone, Ophelia immediately breaks the silence.

"I'm so sorry that you had to get involved in this." She says softly while approaching me with her arms outstretched.

I freeze up as she wraps them around me, bringing me into a close hug. It was not what I had expected the girl to do. Her breasts push against mine, or rather my breasts push into hers based off of size. It feels strange being embraced by a naked woman but I appreciate her kindness and hug back, thanking her.

"I can't even think about what I would do in your situation." She mutters, seeming to be genuine.

"You know about that?" I reply, somewhat shocked to discover she already knows about my story.

"Everyone does. Word gets around quickly here." She answers.

My first impression of Ophelia is that she seems quite different than all of the other slaves around here. She doesn't seem to have the same stale, expressionless personality that Luna or Jezebel had. She even appears to be somewhat genuine and friendly towards me. I have to consider that perhaps it might just all be an act she is performing in private to gain my trust. She didn't so much as make the slightest peep when the Head Mistress was in our presence. I don't know why she would fake being friendly, but it isn't a possibility that I should rule out. She is also missing the collar that I've seen every other **** that I have met so far with.

"Why don't you have one of those collars that the other slaves all have?" I ask immediately.

"Oh... It's because I haven't had the opportunity to complete my initiation yet. Only slaves who succeed in their initiation and are formally recognized, receive that honor. For now I am considered to be lesser to the other girls."

"Well I don't think you're lesser." I say, trying to feed her a compliment.

"Thank you!" She smiles warmly at me.

"You know, Ophelia..." I say attempting to figure what I'm trying to ask. "You seem different from the rest of the slaves here. You're not really that uh..."

"Bland? Boring? Emotionless." She cuts me off and chuckles slightly.

"Yeah, why is that?" I ask, joining her with a giggle.

"I've only been here for a little bit over two weeks now. I guess this place hasn't fully worn off on me yet."

"So you're supposed to be like that?" I question, worried about what the effect of 100 days here could have on myself.

"Well, as a **** you give up your natural born right to live an independent life. Your life belongs to your master, or in our case, the Head Mistress. She knows what is best for us and gives us each a wonderful life in exchange for our loyalty and servitude to her. Our only concern is in pleasing her and doing her bidding. I guess we have to shift our focus away from ourselves and give up our individual thoughts and personality."

"And that is what you want? To become like that?" I ask, confused of how anyone could choose to give up their individuality, especially for a life such as this.

"Well..." she answers. "Not really. But if that is what I have to do to be a **** then I am prepared to make that sacrifice."

"So why do you want to be a ****?" I ask back, scrunching my eyebrow as I try to allow myself to accept that some people would actually choose this lifestyle.

"I forget." She registers. "You're not quite the same as the rest of us. It's difficult for someone who doesn't feel the same way as us to understand." She pauses for a moment to come up with an explanation. "I guess that the best way to describe it would be as an inner instinct or desire. Think of it as something like love or wealth. We can live our lives without either of those things, but it isn't the same without them. Some of us just love to serve, I guess."

"I suppose that does makes some sense." I answer, thankful that she was able to clear things up somewhat.

"It's not something that everyone can understand. It took me a while to figure it out for myself." She adds.

"How did you figure it out?"

"Well after I finished high school, I was a bit a of loner without any real sense of direction in life. I had no ambitions, no prospects and nobody important in my life at the time. One of my few friends offered to bring me with her to England for two weeks on vacation, so I accepted. She didn't intend for me to find out her actual purposes while there, but she also didn't object when I asked to tag along after finding out. I'll spare you the dirty details, but things sort of spiraled out of control from their and I realized that I had just discovered my new passion in life."

"Wow that is incredible. I'm sorry if that question was too personal. I didn't mean to intrude on your personal life." I say, realizing that that probably isn't a story she would tell too many people.

"We're standing two feet apart from each other completing naked, I have nothing to hide from you." She says while laughing. "I don't want you to feel like you have anything to hide from me. I like you Sara and I think you're good person. I hope that you can trust me. Friends are difficult to find in a place like this."

"Thanks.... I trust you too, Ophelia." I say, not completely certain if it is the truth. We each smile at each other. With no one else to trust, it seems like Ophelia is all I've got to go with for now. I'll just have to hope that she is being honest with me.

"It's starting to get late." She interjects. "Lights are forcibly disabled at 10:00pm and we are expected awake and ready by the door at 8:00am."

"Really? I feel like I arrived just a few hours ago and it wasn't even noon." I answer, shocked to hear what she's said.

"Well, it was dark outside when I returned."

"Returned? From where? You get to leave this place?" I curiously question her.

"Well, sort of. It's probably not what you'd expect. I can tell you more about it if you want, unless there is something else you would like to discuss. We can chat for a bit, but we should get some sleep really soon. Tomorrow is an important day for you and Mistress Rose would kill me if you overslept."

I don't know whether to take that literally or not.