As my Goddess promised, I was hosed down first thing in the morning, and the force of the extremely cold water threw me against the wall. This was in a room with bathroom tiles on the walls, and about ten other slaves were being hosed, while others waited in a queue outside, or went into other 'Cleaning Rooms'. Even during hosing, we were not allowed to stand, like dogs.
After the guard dried me up with a towel, a Mistress came and took my leash. �I am Lady Abby, and I will be your Trainer. We'll start you off with some easy stuff.� She was holding a whip in her hand � though this one did not have metal hooks like Lady Sofia's � and a handbag. She had black hair and black-rimmed glasses, and was wearing a latex corset. �Carry this,� she said, placing the heavy handbag on my back. �Don't drop it, or I will whip you.�
I was led through the backdoor of the basement into a huge garden, which was more like a forest. I had never seen the Mansion from outside before, and had never realized it was so big. As she turned around, I noticed that the corset was so bare that her ass cheeks were showing. Outside, there were a few mistresses by the pool, some sunbathing naked, each with a slave to attend on them. To my astonishment, one slave was bent over on the floor, with his mistress fucking him in his ass with a strapon. It was difficult to keep up with my Mistress for she walked so fast, especially with the handbag on my back, so she dragged me along the path. To my horror, I dropped the handbag. My Mistress did not hesitate. I felt a stinging pain on my back of a kind that I had never felt before and my instincts compelled me to run away. She chased me down � I was no match for her � and whipped me again, and I fell flat on my face on the ground. Then I felt the pain again, and again, and again, as the Mistress whipped me five more times. That was the first time I was whipped, and I started crying, whimpering before her like a pathetic slave. �Your tears only kindle my desire, and make me want to whip you more and more. Turn around,� she said. This time she lashed me twice on my stomach, and I screamed in agony. Another Mistress passed by, with three slaves, who looked terrified. �New slave?� she asked, then spat on my face.
Eventually, we reached a stream that led into a small lake, by which time my hands and knees were grazed, and blood was oozing out of the wounds on my back. The Sun seemed to be making it worse.
�The first thing you have to learn,� she said, �is that you are a worthless, though I'm sure you've realized that already, haven't you?�
�Yes Mistress, I am worthless,� I stuttered.
�Good.� She undressed naked and got in the lake. �If I catch you looking, I will spank you.�
The morning passed relatively eventless, until a guard arrived holding a silver tray with food on China plates and a bottle of wine. It had been over a day since I had eaten, and I was starving. I took the tray and placed it on the table at which my Mistress was sitting. The guard left without saying a word.
�Pour me a glass and light my cigarette,� she ordered, taking a bite of her juicy steak. �You must be hungry,� she added.
I nodded.
�Very well, I shall feed you. Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,� she said, blowing smoke in my face.
I eagerly did what I was told, panting like a dog waiting for his food. She tapped some ash from her cigarette into my mouth.
�There, that's your food,� she laughed, holding a piece of delicious steak on her fork in front of my mouth. �If you want it, you're going to have to earn it. I want you to beg.�
�Please, I'm starving, may I have just a little bite Mistress?�
�What are you?�
�I'm a worthless little bitch, Mistress.�
�What is your duty?�
�To please you, Mistress.�
�I'm still not satisfied.�
�Please Mistress, please!� I said desperately, bowing down to her with my hands flat on the floor.
She shoved her foot into my mouth, which tasted of soil and sweat, and ordered me to clean it. �Gently! No teeth! No spitting!� I treated it like a sacred object, swallowing the gruesome mixture. When she was finally satisfied that I had licked it all clean, without missing a single spot, she spat on a piece of steak on her fork and force fed it to me like a baby.
�Good boy,� she said gently, patting my head, �that was a good massage�. Finally, she got up and emptied her leftovers on the floor, making a splattering noise. �Now you can eat, I want to see the floor completely clean.� I hungrily ate what was left of her food. There was still some sauce left on the floor when I finished, and she got up and held my head firmly to the ground until there was nothing left. Afterwards, she relaxed herself by reading a book on her deckchair, while I poured her drinks and acted as her personal ashtray, until late afternoon.
�Bring me my handbag.� She took out a bottle of oil from it and sat upright on her deckchair, ordering me to bend over her knee. She poured a little on her hand, and rubbed it over my ass. �Did you think I didn't catch you looking, before, stupid?�
I received a brutal spanking, much like my mother used to give me. �One, two, three...� and so she kept on counting, my ass hurting even more with each slap, until it became numb. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, up and down her knee, and I was whimpering loudly like a baby. When the shaking worsened, she grabbed my arm and held it behind by back with one hand, while she continued spanking me with the other. When she finally finished, she threw me to ground. �When will you ever learn?�
Her face was red with fury. �This has made me horny, I shall return to the Mansion. Carry my handbag again, and don't let me whip you again, bitch.� This time it was far more difficult to balance on my back, since I was tired and in pain from the previous whipping and spanking. She teased me with her whip during the walk, gently moving it over my body to remind me of my place. Still, I somehow managed, out of fear of getting whipped again. On the way, I saw another slave getting whipped mercilessly by his Mistress, and my Mistress decided to join in. I closed my eyes, hearing loud slashing sounds one after the other, until there was nothing but a low whimpering sound. When I opened them, the slave seemed catatonic and had assumed the fetal position. �Move along,� she ordered me.
When we finally arrived, she handed my leash over to a guard. �Very good, better than I expected. I think you'll soon be ready for the harder stuff. See you tomorrow.� Then she told the guard, �give him a little sweet as a reward�. He nodded and escorted me to my cell. So ended my first day of training.