Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“You can get thrown out?” Hannah asked, startled.
“Sure. Slave training here is serious business. Most applicants are very sincere in their desire to become the best erotic slave they can be. Even so, they sometimes enter the program with unrealistic expectations about what it’s going to be like. It’s hard work, even if you’re hardwired to submit. The training process can be very intense. Hopefully, she’ll find her groove.”
Hannah wanted to ask more, but decided not to press. Lucia probably had better things to do than answer her thousands of questions. She’d been incredibly patient and kind as it was.
Lucia stopped at one of the rooms and gestured for Hannah to enter. “This is where you’ll sleep tonight, if you decide to stay down here. We’ve got extra toiletries in the bathroom you can use.” She grinned, adding, “We don’t have spare clothing, since we slaves don’t generally wear much.” She glanced down at her own naked body to make her point.
“I’m not sure I’d have the nerve to walk around naked all the time,” Hannah observed. In fact, she was sure—sure that she had neither the nerve nor the inclination.
Lucia shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. Especially if you’ve been involved in BDSM for a long time, as I have. Even if you’re not used to it at first, you adapt pretty quickly because it’s how we do things here. Slaves are to be fully accessible to all Doms who live here, as well as to their guests. Clothing can get in the way of that.” She flashed a grin. “That said, we do wear things like aprons in the kitchen, and whatever sexy outfits it might please our Masters for us to wear during scenes. But in general, slaves at The Enclave remain naked as a symbol of our subservience to our Masters.” Her hand went to her slave collar. “Except for these, of course.”
Hannah touched her own throat, wondering what it would be like to always wear a leather reminder of ownership around her neck. Not that she planned to find out, but it did look rather sexy.
She took stock of the small bedroom. Most of the space was taken up by a double bed set in a wooden frame. It was made up with white sheets and a peach-colored down quilt, along with several plump pillows. A small bureau sat nearby. There was no window, but the room was softly lit with indirect lighting similar to that in the meditation room. Definitely no monk’s pallet here.
It was then she noticed the long chain hanging from an eyebolt embedded in the wall above the bed. A pair of wrist cuffs were attached at the end of the chain. And at the bottom of the bed she noticed a metal bar with ankle cuffs.
“Whoa,” she said, taking a step back. “What’re those for?” Realizing it was a dumb question, she amended, “I mean, I’m not expected to sleep in chains down here, am I?”
The idea was both alarming and wildly sexy. Imagine, chained to your bed, helpless and at the mercy of the masterful, sexy Dom who came to claim you…
“No, no,” Lucia said quickly. “The chains are only for slaves during the initial stages of their training. It helps get them more quickly into a submissive mindset.”
Hannah’s more practical nature took over. “Isn’t that potentially dangerous? I mean, what if there’s a fire or something and they’re chained to their beds?”
“They can get out of the cuffs themselves,” Lucia replied. “The chains are more symbolic than actually confining. Though they better not try it without a very good reason,” she added with a grin. She pointed upward toward a small camera mounted in a corner, its red light blinking. “Because someone might be watching.”
Hannah frowned. “So, someone might be watching me tonight?” She wasn’t sure she liked that idea.
Lucia shook her head. “Don’t worry. The only time the slaves are watched is if they’re being punished or controlled in some way that requires supervision. Safety is really the main concern.”
That made sense to Hannah, and she nodded, relieved no one would be checking in on her. “Okay,” she agreed, suddenly overcome with exhaustion. “I’m fine staying down here for the night. That bed is calling my name.”
“Great. Let me just show you the bathroom and get you situated.”
The end of the hallway opened up into a large dormitory-type bathroom. There were four sinks set up along one wall and a large bathtub in one corner of the room. Like the bedrooms, the shower stalls were doorless, as were the toilet stalls. Hannah wasn’t crazy about that particular setup, but understood the approach as in keeping with the “fully accessible” philosophy of slave training.
Lucia moved toward the sinks and opened a drawer. She took out a toothbrush still in its packaging, along with a small tube of toothpaste and some face wash. Neatly folded towels of various sizes were stacked beside each sink. “There’s shampoo and conditioner in each shower stall, and blow-dryers and all kinds of makeup and hair products in the cabinets. I’ll have one of the trainees bring down your clothing and your purse. In the morning, we can figure out what’s what.”