Etiquette training

As soon as the door closed, Maisie peeled off her sweaty workout clothes and went for a quick shower, that, brief as it was, was still enough that when she came back, the bed had been neatly arranged, with her change of clothes wating for her atop the latex sheets.

Quickly, she snatched the black panties and shimmied them up her legs until they rested tightly around her waist. She promptly put the bra on without thinking much about it but she still couldn't ignore the fact that it stimulated her a lot more than regular lingerie. I guess this is what's "regular" for me now. Maisie shook her head, pulling her mind away from such thoughts. Finally, the ensamble was finished by the purple rubber sundress that she quickly realized was mostly transparent and she could still see the black lingerie beneath the dress. Not that it covered much to begin with.

"Bunch of deviants," muttered Maisie as she grabbed a pair of black high-heeled sandals. Like before, there was no buckle on the strap, but with a padlock for which she didn't have the keys. Quickly, she went to the vanity to apply her makeup. She didn't overdo it to maintain modesty, funny as it sounded. She had just finished fixing her hair when the door hissed open and Katie walked back in.

"That should do, **** Maisie. We don't want to hide your pretty features with so much makeup." Katie motioned for her to follow and Maisie did so reluctantly. Both rubberized women walked into the courtyard-like room, flanked as it was by the many other rooms that still had their plaques nameless. Katie pointed to the center of the room, where a chair was surrounded by a dozen latex covered pillows. "Let us begin with etiquette training, **** Maisie. What would you do in a situation like this?"

The enslaved actress looked at her with a questioning look before she confidently walked towards the chair and sat. As soon as Maisie's ass touched the rubber covered surface of the chair, she recieved a shock. Standing up immediately, she glared at Katie. "Ow! What did I do wrong now?"

Katie pointed at the chair. "Unless you are in a car, you do not sit on furniture. Chairs, couches, sofas and other upholstery can only be used by your Master." She walked to the rubber pillows beside the chair and knelt down on one of them and waved with her hand for Maisie to do the same. "Slaves take their seat on the floor."

Maisie thought of resisting until she saw Katie's thumb hovering over the button. Gritting her teeth, she sat on another pillow beside the chair and felt her skin warm up with humiliation.

"Good ****," congratulated Katie and then modified her kneeling posture to become even stricter, and placed her hands behind her back. "Every time your Master or, in his absence, the apex **** takes a seat, a **** is to kneel in the attention position. Knees together, hands behind your back," she ordered and Maisie copied her posture. "That's good. Usually, the Master then orders the **** into a relaxed position. Here, you can sit more comfortably, with your hands on your lap. If your Master is not around and you are with your fellow slaves, it is acceptable to behave naturally, so long as the apex **** does not object."

The next two hours were spent with Katie telling Maisie many small rules about how she should act. Every time she did something wrong, Katie would give her a light shock. It got very irritating, and the actress wanted nothing more than reach for the control on Katie's hand, but at the same time knew that it would accomplish nothing. Finally, Katie went away for a few minutes, letting Maisie relax until the woman returned with a light breakfast.

They ate quickly, with Katie correcting her movements. She had stopped shocking Maisie, meaning that at least she was satisfied with the performance.

"Good, but remember to look at the ground. I know that as a person you have been told to always look at a person in the eyes when you talk to them... well, that's not how it works with your Master. You and I can make eye contact, since we're both slaves, but unless you're given permission to, you are never to make eye contact with your betters unless your Master allows you to. Master James is very strict with this."

Maisie only nodded in response but inwardly she was fuming. These rules, the way she was treated, and the way she was expected to behave, it all seemed to be designed to make her feel like she was not a person anymore. She was just an object, a possession, a commodity. Nevertheless, she nodded. It was too early to get punished.

Katie nodded back. "Alright. It's time to start your day. Come with me and remember these rules." As the woman stood in front of the main door, it hissed open. She must have had authorization. "Follow me," she said.

The actress looked at the ground as she walked behing Katie, wondering where she was going.