He took off the leash. He said, “There’s a bathroom next door. You should be up and ready by eight tomorrow. There’s an alarm clock by the bed. I’ll come and get you. Now unpack your things and go to bed. Good night.”
She made a quick trip to the bathroom to pee. Sitting on the toilet seat she felt a twinge of pain from the brief caning. Back in her room she picked up the papers on the suitcase. It consisted of several typewritten pages stapled together under the heading “Slave Rules.” She put it aside and hurried to unpack, hanging up her coats and blouses and few dresses in the closet along with her shoes. She put her skirts and pants and stockings in the drawers. She had brought no underwear for she wasn’t permitted to wear them.
She turned out the light. She lay down on the bed on he
