Where She Returned From?

"So you said you would tell me about where you returned from earlier?" I ask, intrigued by her prior comment.

"Yeah. That's what you're curious to know about?" Ophelia verifies, seemingly surprised by my choice of subject.

"Yeah, why are you surprised?" I counter, wondering why my question has her shocked.

"I'm not... I just didn't expect that you were all that interested in it."

Her response makes me feel even more interested.

"You let it slip that you were away from this god's forsaken place for a certain period of time and expected me to not care about it?" I respond sarcastically.

"Fair enough." She admits.

"So, where did you go." I ask again, eager to find out.

"Well, it's not as great as you might be hoping it is. You see, Mistress runs this private program with a group of her wealthier colleagues from around the area. She lends the services of her slaves to them temporarily in exchange for a sum of money. It's how the manor earns a significant portion of its income." Ophelia explains.

"So it's just prostitution then?" I ask, dissapointed to learn the reality from her answer.

"No, it's not like that." she insists.

"How so?" I question, interested to see how she could possibly explain this otherwise.

Ophelia pauses for a while, trying to think of what to say. After a few seconds she gives up.

"Okay fine, it's basically like prostitution." She admits.

"Do you get paid?" I ask, despite already having a good idea of what the answer is.

"Not me personally. I know that we are pretty expensive though. Mistress won't tell us our prices, but most of our clientele come from a range of people who tend to come from wealthier backgrounds. I'd guess she probably makes a few thousand dollars a night per ****."

"So what exactly happens?" I question Ophelia once again, then realize that I might not want to know the answer.

"Well, you know..." She uneasily mutters.

"I know, what?"

"What you'd expect, really."

"And what would I expect?" I impatiently demand.

She sighs at my insistence.

"It's whatever the client wants and by that I mean absolutely anything. You're essentially being put into their possession temporarily. They become your master for the duration of the time that they pay for and you're expected to behave the same as you would here. Obediently and respectfully. If you perform poorly, the Head Mistress will have you punished for your failure."

"Are you okay with doing this?"

"It's actually one of my favourite parts about being a **** here. Being stuck in this place for long periods of time can get boring. Having those days where you are rented out to someone really helps to break up the routine, plus you get to meet some exciting and interesting new people while you're at it. Obviously some clients aren't nice but in general I've liked most of who I've met."

Just now I re-registers in my mind that I'm in the exact same situation as Ophelia and that I will more than likely end up being subject to this as well sometime in the future. On top of being a sex ****, I am now also going to be a prostitute. I don't think I'd ever be able to live down the embarrassment if someone I knew were to find out what is happening with me. Perhaps there is something I can do to prevent myself from being **** into prostitution? I'm not very optimistic but there might be something in my contract that prevents it. One can only hope, though I'm sure that the Head Mistress already has some sort of loophole worked out. I'm deeply regretting not reading that contract. Who knows what else I may have sentenced myself to endure?