Morning routine, and Pembleton returns

Yania woke with a start. It was impossible to judge the time, but she trusted her body to know that she had slept to the point where Dave would be knocking soon. Worst case scenario, she was showering and cleaning in the middle of the night, and could return to sleep afterwards and wake up somewhat refreshed.

Yania slowly went about getting herself clean and ready. She flushed out her insides on the enema nozzle and took her time in the shower, enjoying the moment she had to herself with no orders, or masters, or degrading acts immediately looming over her. She had a good, long cry as the water ran over her, and she could feel some of her stress melt away.

Her body hadn't lied, Dave's knock came only a few minutes later along with a barked "Fifteen Minutes," just like the previous day. This time she felt more ready, though, and she was able to dry, lick her feed bowl clean, sip water, and flush herself without the same rushed panicked feeling she had the previous day. Princess brushed her teeth and sat on the bed with her slim clasped hands in between her knees, waiting patiently for her master.

Dave unlocked her door and barged in, and Princess lowered herself to her knees to greet him.

"Well aren't you just the spittin' image of a good little ****?"

Princess nodded and gave him a small, subservient smile, "Yes, Master."

Apparently Dave had already used the bathroom when he got himself up in the morning, because they started right away.

Their morning together went much faster. Apparently having proved herself the previous day, and Princess was no longer asked to taste each of the woman's urine. She helped Dave as much as she could, and instead of being a hindrance she felt some small satisfaction in making his morning go more efficiently and smoothly.

Dave grabbed himself a small lunch of fresh food while Yania washed dishes. Watching him eat real, pure food was again a torturous, envious experience that made Yania's mouth water. "Let's get you ready for the boss," Dave declared, throwing a half-eaten apple that Princess would gladly have sucked on in the trash.

Yania wordlessly followed as Master Dave led her by her small tits down one of the corridors to Medical. She entered, looking around curiously. Dave turned and without warning grabbed Princess' naked vagina, massaging it. He had free access to her body. Whatever whim he wanted.

"It's a little scratchy."

Yania was on her tippy toes, with Dave grabbing her from below. "Yes... I'm sorry master..."

"Not like a little girl at all," Dave's voice carried some annoyance, like it was Yania's fault. He turned up her switch, just enough to be uncomfortable.

Yania squirmed a little, but didn't object. "I'm sorry, Daddy." She looked at her feet submissively. Her switch was turned off.

"That's what we're here to do. Get up on that table thing. Put your feet in them holes."

Dave pointed to an exam table, with stirrups for her feet. Like she might see at a gynecological clinic. Dave grabbed what looked like a painter's brush and a wide plastic jar. Princess scooted her naked bottom onto the exam table, and pivoted her legs into the stirrups. Despite her constant vulnerability, her acquiescence... the feeling of being spread, with her tender parts on display in front of a man that she knew might hurt her turned her stomach in worry. Yania closed her eyes and repeated her mantra. Pembleton's words - whatever she felt, was what the white men wanted her to feel. They had the power. Her only control, was to obey... to be what they wanted.

Smooth, slick cream was carefully brushed onto her vagina. It tingled. It felt warm. It pricked her uncomfortably. It felt hot. Minutes passed of brushing, then just waiting. It burned. Yania began to squirm and whimper.

It was washed off with a wet towel. Princess had done a good job. She was saved by her Master. She opened her eyes and smiled gratefully at Master Dave. He wasn't paying attention, he had some kind of device in his hand, shining a red light at Yania's privates.

"Shaving is all fine and good, but we don't have time for that every day or two." Dave explained, while manipulating her vaginal lips, running his light over her. "Twice this month of tha' cream and tha' laser, then once a month for about a year, and you won't ever get hair again."

Yania's smooth legs and toes came next, covered completely in cream, toweled off. The stirrups were adjusted to expose her more. It didn't burn as badly as it had on her genitals, and Yania relaxed back, allowing her body to become hairless like the men wanted. She touched her pussy. It was so, so smooth...

Her arms were raised, bringing her out of her dream. Her pits got the same treatment, and then, "Close your eyes again. You don't want this stuff to get into there." Her head... her hair... she would never grow hair again. Never look truly human again, like a person that she might have recognized from before. Putting her neck on a little block to raise her head up, Dave brushed her scalp.

Minutes later it was over. Princess was cleaned, and slowly lasered - some hidden light going over where she should be able to grow hair again and again.

At least... if her masters wanted... she could wear a wig from the playroom when they used her.

"Good! No more stubble." Dave ran his hand over Yania's bald head, and slapped the top of it loudly. And painfully, on her chemically treated scalp. She **** a smile onto her face and nodded in apparent happiness.

"Well, that should have been enough time for Processing and the beginning of Grooming. You ready to go see tha' boss?"

Master Pembleton. The man that had brought her here, had stripped her being away in hours. It was finally happening. Training was almost over. She would have her virginity taken, and her new life as an attendant and urinal to her two white masters would begin in earnest.

"I'm ready, Master."

Butterflies fluttered in Yania's stomach as she was led down to Grooming.