The Daily Grind

[cautiousswitch]

She awoke to the sound of a high-pitched beep.

“Good morning, Claire.  You have an hour before your duty shift begins.”

She was a little stiff.  It was hard to move in her slave gear, but each morning was a little easier.  In time she might get used to it.  Thigh-high leather boots that flexed just slightly at the knee kept her legs straight.  She raised her legs at the hips and let the momentum do most of the work to pull her to a sitting position as they dropped back to the bed.  She pivoted on her butt so she could lower her feet to the floor.  By now she was ready to balance on the three-inch heel but still knew not to try and stand up too quickly.

The boots were locked on over her latex body suit.  As was the corset and collar which kept her posture perfect.  She stretched as best she could to work the kinks out.  A few more nights and she would probably have no trouble, but it had taken time to get used to sleeping in the rigid restraints.

With practiced ease she strode to the bathroom.  Perfect posture, mechanical steps – the dehumanizing traits master liked in his slaves.  She washed the sleep from her eyes and squirted some mouthwash into the feeding hole of her mouth plug.  She let this swish around her mouth as she combed out the hair that stuck out from the top of her hood – eyes and hair were the only parts of her that anyone could see.  She had dyed it white two days ago so it should be good.  Master wanted all his slaves to look as similar as possible, so keeping one’s hair dyed was important.

She unzipped her crotch so she could finish her morning routine.  The closest she would come to being able to free herself from her slave suit.  She almost hated it but recognized it as a necessity.

A protein drink and a citrus drink for breakfast.  Her refrigerator was filled with what looked like IV pouches, but these had a straw like fixture that fit into her mouth plug.  There was a time when she was afraid she would *** while feeding but had soon learned to control the flow of nutrients.

“Fif*** minutes until your duty shift begins,” the voice chirped out between ‘courses’.  “You have two days left in your month-long contract.  Have a nice day, Claire.”

She finished her meal, straightened up her living space and headed out towards the duty station.

Mistress, or so she called her for lack of a better name, was handing out assignments with her usually efficiency.  Mistress looked like all of the slaves only her corset was red instead of black.  Everyone wanted to wait on master; if not to assist mistress, as that was a good sign you would be waiting on master tomorrow.  There was amusement which meant being on call to entertain master and punishment which meant being the one to make the amusement more entertaining. 

“Cleaning,” the tile that was handed to her read.  Her heart leapt.  For once this is what she wanted.

In the supply room was posted a list of what needed to be done today.  There was also the expectation of general tidiness being maintained.  It was, for the most part, a hated assignment with the exception that if you maintained the persona of master’s ideal slave while performing cleaning duties you would likely get benefits and better assignments later on.  It was sort of a test.  It was also an opportunity to work with the new slaves.

Half of last week’s new arrivals were also on cleaning duty today.  Yes, master liked for them to all look the same, but women are much more attuned to the differences between themselves and it takes more than just wearing the same outfit to keep them from identifying each other.  Most of the new slaves were fitting in, but two of those waiting to divide the daily chores had already shown signs of regretting coming here.

Cleaning duty could provide the opportunity and solitude to find out if they were sorry they had signed on for a month.  A chance to possibly convince one to switch identities  so that her five months of servitude wouldn’t end in two days.  It hadn’t taken long to get Claire to switch.  Barbara Jennifer and Caroline had been equally willing to switch identities for a couple of days in order to leave before their contracts had expired.