Chapter 14: Heart and Home

Lunch was plain. Sandwiches, salad, an apple. It was. . . disappointing to go to such a plain meal after the morning I’d been through. Innu was waiting for me in the caf, and gave a playful grope and bise to Goldpenny before the gold-uniformed ponyslave went on her own way. Knowing that gold was labor, I was curious what her job was.

“You should ask her once that gag comes off,” Innu said. “Though she is one of the lucky ones. Mistress saved her from a kidnapper who wasn’t affiliated with. . . You know. Her bosses. Mistress does that a lot.”

I shrugged as I ate. Mistress was a kidnapper herself, even if she was a relatively nice one. Also, the carrot she had given Innu had the potential to be a horrid tool for torture if I stepped too far out of line. I decided not to comment on that.

“So how was your lesson? Pretty good?”

“Eh,” I said, squirming a little bit. “I guess I enjoyed it. I mean, Goldpenny was. . . she was good. And hot. Just because I enjoyed it doesn’t mean I liked it, though. I still don’t want to be a sex slave.”

Innu just smiled as she ate. I wasn’t sure how to continue, so I just ate for a moment, until I couldn’t stand the silence.

“Um. . . Would you please help me with my studies tonight, Innu?”

“Of course,” she said, punctuating the answer by sipping from a bottle of milk. I guess I didn’t really need to ask, given her assignment from Mistress Pandora, but I still wanted to be polite.

“Um, do you think we could try to find Sonya? If her mistress is alright with it, I’d like her to help me study too. Maybe tomorrow, I mean.”

“I’ll show you how to send her a message later,” Innu said, looking at me. “What about Erick?”

“I’m not assigned to study with males yet,” I said without even thinking. That wasn’t quite what miss Geneva had said, but she was going to get a male partner for me tomorrow. I figured until I had that experience, I was fine to focus on what I had been taught.

“Alright,” she said. “Mistress wants you to go to the salon tomorrow afternoon. We’re going to get you an appointment before your lessons, so hurry up and finish that sandwich.”

I nodded and took a big bite. I wasn’t really hungry any more, so I swallowed it down, and then stood up. “I’m satisfied.”

—–

I was taken by surprise when we got to the salon, and Goldpenny was sitting at the reception desk. She was still in her mask, but there was a screen facing towards us. Innu, however, wasted no time:

“I’d like to schedule an appointment for two at three sixen tomorrow,” she said. “Innu Sobacke and Hannah…” Innue turned to look at me. “Um, Mistress hasn’t told me your last name yet.”

“Brauer,” I said. “Hannah Brauer.” I wasn’t sure if Mistress Pandora knew my last name. Nobody had used it yet, and it seemed like most everybody here only went by one name. Of course, Pandora had taken my clothes. And my handbag. She must have my ID card, she must know my name.

Goldpenny tapped at the keyboard, very quickly, and once she had finished, she looked up at us. The screen had a message: “Full groom or mane only?”

“Full groom,” Innu said, and I could feel her tail slapping against my thigh as she wagged it in excitement. “Full groom together. If possible, could Lee Four-Six and Shi Five-Nine be our groomers? I know they might be busy, but they’re my favorites.”

Goldpenny was typing before Innu stopped talking. Lee Four-Six? That must be one of those latex-clad slaves, like Lee Two-Five, my domestic instructor. I noticed, also, that Goldpenny was still wearing her gold uniform. Was a reception role part of labor? I looked around, and saw that the salon workers behind the counter all had pink uniforms, so they must fall under Pleasure, but Goldpenny stood out.

Another message appeared on the screen. “Miss Innu, a personal favor?”

Innu nodded and leaned closer to the screen. “Personal means don’t watch,” She said, covering it with her hands. After a few seconds of typing, she said, “Of course. I’m sure Mistress will approve!” More typing. “Oh, absolutely.” Again. “Why don’t I ask her right now?”

I panicked and looked around with a start, and as I came to the conclusion that Mistress Pandora wasn’t in the salon right now, I noticed Innu looking at me. “Goldpenny was wondering if she could treat us to dinner and join us at the salon appointment. For the salon, I need to check with mistress, but. . . would you like to join me and Goldpenny for dinner at the Curry Shop?”

The curry shop? One of the restaurants, tonight? “I guess so,” I said, feeling a flush on my cheeks. “Dinner sounds gol. . . I mean good. I’d like to, yes.”

Innu giggled a bit. “Then it’s all set.” Turning back to Goldpenny, she gave a thumbs up. “Thank you, Goldie! We’ll see you around five for dinner.”

Innu hurried me out of the salon and then hugged me suddenly. “Goldie seems to like you, and she’s usually so aloof. Very independent. Can you get down to your domestic lesson, or do you need an escort?”

“Er, I, of course, I think I know the way,” I said, gasping for breath as her hug pressed in harder. “Breath.”

“Oh, sorry,” Innu said, letting go. “Be good and get to your lesson. I’ll see if Mistress is free and Goldie can join us.”

—–

Not much was different about the housework lesson today. Lee Two-Five showed me some strategies to help tidy the room better, like focusing on sections when there was too much mess to focus on tasks. He taught me how to make a bed, like, how to make a bed properly, how to fold and hang laundry, and how to properly store it in different styles of drawers or closets.

“Tomorrow Hannah will be taught kitchen duties,” he said, bringing an end to the lesson. “Lee Two-Five reports good progress in today’s lesson.”

After that, I asked the terminal in the room where my next lesson was, and followed the lights to Ilsa’s classroom. She taught me a bit about data management, and common keyboard commands to help me work faster. Did you know that most computers let you rename a file with like one or two key presses? I knew you could use TAB to move to the next file in the list, but this helped me work even quicker, however slight the benefit might seem.

Ilsa gave me an overview of the curriculum: She was going to teach me proper use of command line interfaces, and then fundamental programming concepts that would help me work faster by writing scripts. After that, my proficiency would determine if I got trained for office software or programming. I was enjoying the lessons, though, and not sure if I wanted to be more of an office worker or a programmer.

Then, I got to head back to my suite. My. . . My house, in this place. For the first time, I got to take my own way back. I had plenty of time available to enjoy the walk home before Goldpenny was meeting us for dinner.

I found myself in the park before I headed upstairs. I walked around a bit, and took in the people, the slaves, who were here. Black-clad drones with work uniforms on top, or a few with nothing over their latex outfits. I knew now that they belonged to Mistress Yuki. Some older, maybe up to middle-aged, women who looked like they were living dolls. It seemed like the Doctor didn’t have much interest in males, and very particular tastes in women.

There were young men and women in casual clothes or work uniforms too. Some wore the same sort of collar as I did. Kidnapped slaves, I thought. Once they–we–were obedient, would the collars come off? I hoped so, even though in only two days, I felt like the collar was becoming a part of me. Others wore anklets or bracelets or both. Were the collars Pandora’s mark, maybe? The anklets and bracelets might be Sarah’s, then. How many Masters and Mistresses were in this place?

I was surprised when someone tapped me on the shoulder, breaking me out of my idle thoughts. “Hannah, yes?”

The voice made my face hot, and I didn’t need to look to see who it was. “Mistress Sarah? I, er, am I in your way?”

“No,” she said, stepping around me and turning to look me in the eyes. “It’s really a shame that you were so nosy. I had my eyes on you before Pandora took you. I think you’d be happier in my care.”

“Uh, what? But what about Sonya?”

“We have a quota to fill,” she said, gently guiding me to a bench. “I suppose you would have contributed to that as mine or Pandora’s, but I’m still jealous.”

I swallowed heavily. “So you think I’m. . .”

“I like how you look. I like your curiosity. I think you have a submissive streak you haven’t even admitted to yourself yet,” she said, gently pushing me to sit on the bench. “Sonya is adorable, but when I’m with her, I don’t think about her. It’s not her fault, of course. I’m. . . defective, as my old therapist put it. That hag deserved worse than I did to her.”

I blushed as she leaned in, almost as if she were about to kiss me. Instead, she just spoke in a sultry whisper: “Of course, my defects actually help me as a therapist. I’ll be seeing you in two days, Hannah. I hope you’re as ready to open up to me as I have been just now.”

With that, she left, and I tried to compose myself before hurrying back to the safety of my house.

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