Chapter Eleven
Pamela was shaking her shoulder. “Get up.”
Andrea sat up. Connie wasn’t there. The other women were still asleep, two to a bed.
“Come with me.” Andrea followed her into the communal bathroom. “While you're the slave, you’re confined to these quarters. When we’ve left for the day, you change the linens, make the beds, dust, vacuum, clean the bathroom, empty the wastebaskets, and keep our quarters tidy. The cleaning equipment and supplies are here.” She pointed at a closet door.
“Yes, Mistress Pamela.”
“You’re not to put on any clothing. You’re not to leave the room on your own. You’re not to communicate with anyone outside. You’re not to have any visitors except your mistresses, deliveries to the dormitory, and so on. If you disobey any of the rules, you’ll be discipline
